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Mar 2016
fancy myself out of ice i admit: ::::i am scared::::
faking tears into my wine glass
savoring the desire
the vastness of the old
quickness of new
lapping at me like ,,,waves,,,,,,,,,,
i remember a moment and i am too late
to it
if you give me this one i will
give you another one
i appreciate you for playing nice

swift into my lungs he
yells
my name like
i had any option
in worship.
i pretend
this sandy beach
keys going into
incorrect locks i am
correct in locking
him
out.
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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