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Unknown

I ache not for her
I ache for me
For this existence by its nature
Is a lonely one

For who hears my thoughts as they are
But me?
Who feels my feelings as they are
Save me?

We reach out and seek
For a tentative connection which
Gives some substance to
The fantasy of being known

And we deeply want
Need
To be known

I ache not for her
I ache for me
Because I thought
I was known
But I am once again a ghost
Faceless
Nameless
Unknown.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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