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Apr 2016
just a walk
trepidatious and slow like
molasses
mirin simmering in a pan until it evaporates
concentrate
on your arms
my fingers pushing in
designer label dizzy
a falling tenderness
blame it on the music
a word is born between lips like bubblegum
expanding at the sound
the familiar bitterness
an overwhelming
growing chew
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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