I watched as you walk along the withered road
From my broken window of melancholy
Parched for the last draw of devotion
Deafened by your silent glee
I am beaten, I am relieved
From my own inglorious expectation
The air is empty now, the sun cowered
The scent is an odourless exclamation
No colours, no sense of judgment
No more echoes of you and me
Close your eyes and turn away
There is nothing left here to see
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