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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
i'm too blame
i know
that i'm to blame, not
for your
unhappiness, but for mine,
it's all my fault
hanging
too long,
to someone,
strange, someone
adrift in
a permanent fog.
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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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