the door
off hinge,
the broken window
with
winter
light and wind
coming in,
the cold breath of time
gone by
and the rag
doll on the floor, left
sadly
behind.
what else is there to know
about life?
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- a long weekend away
- we know less and less
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- call me when the war is over
- slowly losing it
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- that persistent ticking noise you hear
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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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