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Jan 2016
the remedy -
a soft tank filled with
specs of mica
i promised healing but there
is more salt than sorry
3 years for nothing is what i
have tried to tell myself.

he opened the car door
drove down black ice
quicker like my mouth was
hanging open
scooping up the danger
on my tongue

i am always looking back
i want to be in it.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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