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May 2014
the glorification of the city
as if in its midst we can find some hidden truth through the smoggy abyss of lost humans
that we. you. lonely tired bags under your money maker eyes broken in this way and that. and i. crumpled arms insecure cryer
//let me keep this to myself.
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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