I watched my mama dance with her lovers.
I learned that’s just what lovers do.
That first June night, Jim danced a little too close with a cigarette taste on his lips, his hands searching my skirt–for warmth, he’d said.
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I learned that’s just what lovers do.
That first June night, Jim danced a little too close with a cigarette taste on his lips, his hands searching my skirt–for warmth, he’d said.
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