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Nov 2014
walks into my heart without a knock.
unhinges the door. rusty bronzed bolts and all.
boasts about embodiment. confidence like a heartbreak.
i see myself through words like wrecked and reactive.
i write him poems across my lips with purple paint. blind heading into battle.
he writes me poems across my thighs with fingernails. a mosaic masterpiece.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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   Styles, Jayanta and ryn
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