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Mar 2013
It's your smell that I can never escape.

I run far from you into the depths of my mind--
the dusty corners even I can't always find.
Dusting off covers of disorders and drugs,
Past depression and sullen shrugs.

Not too hard to forget that nose,
those eyes,
those lips,
those toes.
How simple it was to get away.
Those ears,
that tongue,
those hips,
those clothes.
Were gone like yesterday.

But...

It's your smell that I can never escape.
I keep you here in my heart.
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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