dear oliver,
i found the letter
in the trash can the
other day.
i accidentally read it.
well, not really
“accidentally.’
just the curiosity
was too much.
i hope you
can forgive
me.
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...
lxxviii.
dear oliver,
i found the letter
in the trash can the
other day.
i accidentally read it.
well, not really
“accidentally.’
just the curiosity
was too much.
i hope you
can forgive
me.
quinn
