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Sever the stem

If I could sever my brain from my body
I wonder what the outcome
I wonder what I would say yes to
I wonder from what I would run

If I close my eyes
And shut off my thoughts
I sink into the pleasure
Of you

Not of your slick body
Not of the outpourings of your intelligent mind
Not of the external beauty of your face

But of the inherent sense
Of rightness
This hearth-like sense
Of home

Right now, I am cold and bereft
And the world has bent angry, accusative branches towards me
I long for your protection
I long to be safe within your heart again

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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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