dear oliver,
i know what he
said was out of line,
and passed the audacity
of him. please hear me
out. maybe he’s actually
sorry. maybe he wants
redemption. maybe he wants
to be there for you.
“yeah, well, maybe cause
he’s guilty. no ones likes
to be known as the dead
beat father of that cancer
freak.”
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...
