dear oliver,
three months
of not seeing
you at school
since the pressure
tapped you on
the shoulder.
you stopped
appearing in
my dreams,
too.
is this moving
on?
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,
three months
of not seeing
you at school
since the pressure
tapped you on
the shoulder.
you stopped
appearing in
my dreams,
too.
is this moving
on?
quinn
