confused,
no longer in a daze
of wonder, lost.
no longer
in a fog.
i get it now.
i have a flashlight
on my head
like the miners wear.
i can see
through it all now.
i can go anywhere.
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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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