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Apr 2020
Summers where the wood
Was rotting,
the humid stench of
Β Root rot,
Paint, and pine

Where tv trays were popped
In place,
while
mom & dad
Got high

Winters where home
Was bitter
Muddy dog prints
stained
Linoleum

Someone I trusted
put
Their hands on me
And I
Never
Told
anyone.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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