intermediators
the two
sides, or three or four.
send cryptic
messages
to one another
about
the conditions of ending
the war,
so it goes on
and on
and on
as the blood
rises
high onto the boots.
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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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