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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Thursday, September 12, 2024
lots of screaming too
the rollercoaster
was the perfect
metaphor
for our relationship.
lots of fast moving
curves and hills,
steep highs
and placid lows.
we strapped ourselves
into the rattling car
on rails
and hung on.
fear and joy
were part of it
as well,
lots of screaming too.
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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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