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Apr 2014
the last time seen
and the repercussions of actions untold
shirts reworn for the scent they hold
when you held me
both arms dangling at my sides
completely trusting distanced from it
the last time seen
and the last time touched
he saw me with bows in my hair
sea foam eyes and languid lies
indulgent

tell me again that i get everything i want.
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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