dear oliver,
speaking of finding nemo, i found
the drawing from third grade. you
know the one where there are
sharks chasing a tiny fish but
then another fish with a cape
comes in and saves the day.
did your cape get torn into
two? because you never
came to save me.
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...
