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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, April 15, 2022
start fresh
i believe in the scorched
earth
policy
of ending relationships.
toss, burn,
napalm the landscape.
make it all
a clean slate,
from cards to mementos.
all of it goes
to the curb.
start fresh.
we all make mistakes.
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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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