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Apr 2016
gleaming off my tongue the tender
secret
i can’t complain
harder to digest hearts
baked into cupcakes a more
edible form
tears are made to parch us into
frenzies
yellow for that time i cried in the
heated grass alone for miles
a package came
if i take one more hit, i’ll call you
don’t worry
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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