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slayed

Geld me, clip my tail
Slay me with a quick cuff behind my ear
And a knife to the kidneys
Remove me from your reality
Most violently and completely
Loose me from this mortal plane
Leave no evidence of either my
Departure or existence

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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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2 thoughts on “slayed

  1. Painfully eloquent.

    Posted by Mrs Fever | 5 May 2014, 0045 EDT

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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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