dear oliver,
please don’t throw
that vase.
too late.
please don’t scream
so loud. you’ll hurt
your lungs.
too late.
please don’t say that.
too late.
“i wish to die already!”
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...
lxxv.
dear oliver,
please don’t throw
that vase.
too late.
please don’t scream
so loud. you’ll hurt
your lungs.
too late.
please don’t say that.
too late.
“i wish to die already!”
quinn
