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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
using the trap door
don't misunderstand me,
i still like people.
not all people, but some.
i'm just quick to hit
the switch and open
the trap door on those
that lie, and cheat,
and betray. those
that do me wrong.
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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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