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Apr 2014
kiss him like lipstick.
bright smears. disappearing inconveniences.
seen and seen again and then gone.
i should hang up now
i’m not ready
i’m not either
then don’t but i have to i have to there is no choice please don’t stop saying i love you i love you

in my sleep, i imagine your touch. and you are not who you are. and i am someone else altogether.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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