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Jan 2015
the last time seen
and the repercussions of actions untold
shirts reworn
for the scent they hold
when you held me
both arms dangling at my sides
completely trusting
distanced from it
the way he held me
the last time seen
last time touched

carvings in my bones slowly worn down from slow touches in particular spaces
i am not yet ready to revisit those abandoned artifacts

slowly slowly he touched

he saw me with bows in my hair
seafoam eyes and languid lies
indulgent
tell me again that i get everything i want
too many souls left inside my brainspace
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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