Just a feeling

Lost in a mist made
of solitude or maybe delusion.
Call it what you want.
But the same feeling
still remains.
Lost in a city without
a name made of fiction
or maybe broken promises.
Call it what you want.
But the same feeling
still remains.
Fade out until all
substains is soft
as tended suger.
And with no words left
to say.
The same feeling
still remain...loneliness...

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