dear oliver,
appraised by society we live in today,
hunger for the gold in their eyes, the sparkle
on their teeth, and the gaps between their limbs,
to the extent where they overlook buried jewels
that may not be flawless but are still somehow
perfect in the eyes of you.
i miss you.
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...
