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eat

Eat me alive
bite, chew, suck my bones
violate my flesh with your teeth
rip, tear the soul of me, open up holes
and leave pieces
rend me to tendon
ruminate me into nothing but a taste, a scent,
a memory of something fleeting and wonderful.

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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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