are you clicking your heels
i ask
her,
as we stand
in the kitchen arguing
again.
what are
you doing?
click click click.
stop it.
i want to go home,
she says.
this isn't the Oz you
promised me.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, and in no way represent any living or dead people...any similarities are simply coincidental.
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