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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, April 30, 2023
it's just water
it's just water.
just rain.
just the ocean rising and
falling
again.
turn your face into it,
drink it.
let it soak you
to the bone, it's just
water.
water.
let it quench
your thirst.
put your wipers on,
stay in
the right lane,
get home.
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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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