Abstracted

The sea is not my home.

A foreigner I wave in it's -

ignoring me. It turns aside.

Anew it lies, we’ll meet again.

Olivia Peake

Olivia Peake is from Grey College. She is a silly fresh who has written some poetry for QUIRK magazine. Poetry is important, in its humanity, it connects us, and she thinks everyone should have a little break and read some.

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