our heads towards the sirens
coming up
the street.
the brittle glare of sound
digging deep
into our
minds.
wondering what's
ahead,
when or if
it will ever be
our time.
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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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