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some years ago, when naivety served as a filter to how cruel the world really was, i remember calling her mama once.
and the way she glanced at me,
made the name turn sour in my mouth.
"Don't ever call me that, again."
but it was okay.
because even as she dragged my wrist down to the basement for this slip-up,
her touch was the closest thing to motherly i could hope to get.
