feed it,
turn it towards the sunlight.
it needs
love
and attention.
keep it clean, keep it
holy.
hold on to its fading
beauty.
it's your body,
your life.
no one is coming
to save 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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