dear oliver,
during the sleepover, after
finally coaxing me to try a sip
of beer and a dash of smoke,
rose asked me,
“if you could speak to your
flaws, what would you say?”
{i thought
about this
for a while.}
i hate you, i would say.
i didn’t know why i lied
to her. i guess i haven’t
really warmed up to her
yet.
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...
