her hair,
the length
of arms or legs,
it's not the green in her eyes,
or shape of her
hips,
the tenderness of
her lips.
it's none of that.
it's what
beats inside,
that bends me
towards her.
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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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