dear oliver,
we live in
{a pitiful world where
people blame one
a
n
o
t
h
e
r
for the flaws that coat
their skin and dig deeper
into their bones till they
scream in agony
as their flesh is
burned by
the matches,
the words}
trash.
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...
