dear oliver,
the prison’s bars are only
a few steps away.
breathe. breathe.
“i just want to tell
him that i’m dying.”
you whisper as you
tug me closer to the
gate.
but i don’t want you
to die.
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...
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dear oliver,
the prison’s bars are only
a few steps away.
breathe. breathe.
“i just want to tell
him that i’m dying.”
you whisper as you
tug me closer to the
gate.
but i don’t want you
to die.
quinn
