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from farcical affections to despairing desire
i burned bits of myself in the blazing fire
if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
i'd prefer turning to ashes from my heart's dire

the ghosts who deride at my sweet blasphemy
their lurking eyes never reflected any empathy
if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
i'd prefer some madness prior to my final sanity

what is love, if not a delirium crafted like art?
like sky and sea seem as one yet so far apart
if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
i'd prefer to be a prudent hoax before i depart

all of my skin delineated many abysmal dreams
it personified a lost soul as ancient as it seems
so if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
i'd prefer to combust hysterically betwixt the seams

~kiran��

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