dear oliver,
you remind me of the ocean—
beautiful yet so mysterious.
i wonder how you would think
of me once you read these
letters, proclaiming that
i love you yet i hate you
so, so much.
quinn
YOU ARE READING
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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...
