know
what it feels like to be standing
on the gallows
with a rope
around our
neck,
the trap door loose
beneath our
feet.
but standing at the altar
about to say
i do,
comes close.
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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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