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Mar 2013
Your bow tie is a blade
and your lips are a question mark.
When will I learn to trust you enough to cut me open and let me bleed? My last wounds are only now healing.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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   --- and Pure LOVE
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