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Sep 2014
I can promise him
and I can promise her
and I can promise myself
                                           but
i will never forget the warmth of summer sidewalks
and how it feels to lie.

i will never forget the beat of roshambo,
thundering in my ears
rock paper scissors

i will have instead forgotten the truest fact -
                 you came back first.

and isn't that enough?
things i shouldn't be thinking: that because you came back first, you cared; because you came back first, i should come back, too. it's only fair
rook
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rook  Winston - Salem
(Winston - Salem)   
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