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Oblivion...

There was no soul yonder that could salve his agony
For now, even his smiles mocked him
Every morn, he pondered over her thoughts
Glittery eyes and entangled hair
And the ecstasy of a little child
The memories of her brought back  paradise...
And then epiphany collapsed on him
She was a broken verse that deliquesced  from his paper unknowingly
Far too deep...into the oblivion..

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