dear oliver,
i’m really sad when
i should be so happy.
i finally found someone
who loves me, right?
i should be glowing. radiant.
but no, there is still the
tiny whisper, growing louder
in the back of my mind—
he’s gonna die, sweetheart.
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...
