dear oliver,
today was supposed to be our
movie night, you know? the kind
where we sit and eat popcorn
as the chunks get in between
our teeth and our throats get
dry.
maybe we can watch aladdin, or
finding nemo. i know finding
nemo was your favorite but now
whenever, i watch it, all i
feel is numbness. a cold,
pitch black world of nothing
but everything. and maybe,
maybe, i'm lost too, like nemo,
except i'm never going to be
found.
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...
