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The feel of abandonment

The feel of abandonment
Is like hemlock in your veins
A city turning blue
From the gold of the night

Look at the skies,
Clouds are but desires
In search of a body

The endless sea
Ending at the horizon
A betrayed vision
Of withdrawal.

Later, when the city crumbles
The bouquets you would bring
Won't be enough, to wipe out
The colours she left behind.