dear oliver,
no, it isn’t, i guess. because
when i received a text from you,
“look outside.”
i knew, god, i knew
i should just delete
the text and go back
to sleep. but no,
curiosity and bitter
love is just an awful
mix.
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...
