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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, July 1, 2021
fractions of me
i'll give you a tenth of me
for starters.
we'll work up
to an eighth
then fourth. we'll come
close to half,
but not far
past that mark.
i can't give you the whole
number.
the all of me.
i've learned that lesson
the hard way,
if i do,
then there's nothing left
to see.
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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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