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Miracles 

Rummaging in a circle
Of unlikely possibilities
For the oddly satisfying
Thoughts of a pseudo hope

The impeccable beauty
Of the silence
Deafening the demons
On a wild night

The fear of the truth
For it would fake
The purpose of your mask
Beheld, skin-deep

The unvarying routine of day and night
The inevitable happy tears
Rainbow during the downpour
As an exquisite delicate kiss from the sunlight

Those untold stories
The super fragile bonds, yet unbreakable
The Intended Blues
And its pleasureful pain

These, with the rest
One and all
Of the Oxymoron
Are nothing else, but Miracles.

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