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Nov 2020
The distance you imagine is your utopia. It’s not a window, it’s two people dancing under the large tree behind the abandoned farmhouse, daydreamer, you can’t help but feel drawn to the window of dreams. It is Your escape the more you look the more you feel. The more you dream the more you can taste it, you press the repeat button to make-out the few moments of your dream, in advance when I rudely interrupt you, and you can’t go back to dreaming, that was it fantasizer, so savour your last few minutes of befuddling into space. see you soon, daydreamer, when you’re dreaming of me again.
I made this bit of writing in my art class at school. I saw a cute boy staring out the window behind me so it looked like he was looking at me but it was the window so it inspired me and I wrote this. It’s not really poetry it’s more poetic but I still want to share it
Written by
Neha Naeem
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