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Feb 2014
home- unless stated otherwise. in the passenger side. on the road. in the middle of the night.
my mind races from him to him.
have i crossed these lines before?
have we listened to this song already? have i already said that?
flashback to last week. last month. last year. to him to him to her to them to us.
too many have left scars. open gashes bleeding. finger/handprints on my neck.

love crimes have been committed. examine these blood-soaked rags. do you know where he has gone? do you know what he plans on doing next?

she had the galaxy in her hand. and let the stars slip through her open palm.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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