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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, October 5, 2024
the wide river
the water
of time has swept you away.
taken
you to a deeper
place.
for good, it seems.
such is
the nature
of the world. how
secure
our foundations
did seem,
now ripped and torn
away.
friendships and loves,
you once
believed
would always stay.
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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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