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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, October 11, 2021
find the exit first
funny how we are.
thinking that love is unconditional
and forever.
but it's not.
it's not even close
to that.
it's a strange drug, a temporary
state of insanity.
always,
as in a theater,
find the exit before
the show begins.
just in case.
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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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