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Apr 2015
lipstick gripped in my pocket like a razor blade
i wear heavy layers to keep you away
so that even if we kiss you will not smudge away enough to feel me bare.
from the grand archive of sadness of winter
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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