dear oliver,
a man and his thoughts
can live alone yet he slowly
found a way to the death
he tried to escape for
so long.
please don’t be that
man.
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,
a man and his thoughts
can live alone yet he slowly
found a way to the death
he tried to escape for
so long.
please don’t be that
man.
quinn
