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Jun 2021
I shut my eyes,
Tapping into my imagination.
Intangible memories,
Just figments for now.

Hold me tight—
Don’t let my eyes flutter.
I’m staying here;
I don’t want to leave.

I’ll see you soon,
Across these seas
Or maybe in my dreams.

Ocean tides,
Broken promises,
And we sip on burnt tea.
This poem reflects on the delicate space between imagination and reality, where longing and memories intertwine
Mays Benatti
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Mays Benatti  F/Australia
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