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Jun 2016
dark bedrooms where people lay their coats during a holiday party
i sat on the bed
away from all of the noise;
even at 8, dinner parties were far from my thing

i dont remember much
the taste of my mother's mixed drinks on his breath and
the warmth of his hand on my thigh
what else?
what else?
back then
rook
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rook  Winston - Salem
(Winston - Salem)   
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