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to see doesn’t end

the mystery

or some desire —

it transforms it.

sometimes knowing

deepens desire;

sometimes knowing

ends it.

for some, revelation

feeds the fire —

for others,

it strips it bare.

the unveiled can

still be infinite,

but not all desire

is made for the light —

some was only

ever hunger.

and nothing more —

such relief.

Marni Fraser

2026

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