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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, July 17, 2023
the made bed
better still,
the illusion of
the made bed, the few minutes
alone
with each fold
and stretch,
each
tuck
of sheet and cover.
the toss of pillows
just so,
makes you believe
that
there are reasons
to go on.
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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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