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Apr 2014
hit me like a bullet. never saw him coming. worshipped the ground you walked on. heavy deeper smears and color. painted walls paint me painted walk in see feel.
hit me like a ******* train.
bolder builder built me with your hands build me something to hold on the train home.

when can i see you again
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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