back at all the bridges
burning
behind me.
the blazing
fires that
will keep me from
ever going
back in a moment
of sentimental
weakness.
burn on.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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