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Nov 2014
my brain is a slow clap
thunder easy bold slaps
for when you feel nothing
for when you feel it all

say please this begging

sexts to self:

-stroke me-
the ******* of your words
the day you realized this felt good
the different things that could make you feel it
the night you realized this could fix food
you said you would rather feel that pain in bed
the courage to slouch on your chair and not be worried of what was there

and when i say i love my thighs the most he looks at the scars.
does he know i love them because they’ve got the most?
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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