dear oliver,
stop it. stop
trying to talk
to me.
stop acting
like nothing
happened.
stop it.
quinn
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PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
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dear oliver,
stop it. stop
trying to talk
to me.
stop acting
like nothing
happened.
stop it.
quinn
