dear oliver,
we don’t talk much about
youknowwhat. you told me,
“i don’t want to us to be one of those
couples that spends time in the
hospital, holding hands as the
doctor gives the shots. no,
even though i get awfully tired
easily, i want this to be real.
i want to be awake when
the seconds with you pass by.”
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...
