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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, March 2, 2024
broken mirrors
some memories
are like
broken
glass,
sharp and jagged pieces
of a mirror
shattered on the floor.
you can't
put them
back together, it's an
impossible task.
you can only
hold up
a shard or two
and take a peek at
the past,
a piece of her,
a piece of you.
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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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