spins
on the velvet wheel
as the music
plays
a tinkling of sound.
it's a mystery to the child
who closes
the small
box and opens it,
again and again.
love is like that
sometimes.
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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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