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Aug 2013
longing leaves my fingernails
as swiftly as it came
because he no longer
touches me.
turned off i am a light
turn on the dimmer
dim the lights
make me brighter
with the neglect
of your smile.

inspiration flows
through my irises and past my lashes
my heels have prepared
for a new stride

i feel alive
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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