slow
in flight, so easy to catch,
but why.
why
steal his life
away,
let him blow gold
into the dark,
be what he
is.
let him find whatever
comes his way.
it is not for you to
decide,
for you to say.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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