It’s not the thing

Not the bare foot prints not the eccentric dux yet I have grown into a nice human scripture. The door knocks its availability and I am supposed to listen to the hauls at the parade outside as well as inside of my mouth. There something very uncommon about miracles, it does happen to everyone, every now and then yet the peaceful breathes can only capture the blessings of the life…(to be continued)

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