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Apr 2013
There are too many people inside my head,

and they fuss and they fight til no end.

There are far too many slices of myself.

(that I will never understand)

I want to play, and fight, and laugh, and scream,

and teach and be taught at the same time.

(deep breath)



I want to fly, and drown, and swim, and walk,

and decompose against a mossy rock.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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