Face of Miracles
An attempt at the 13th day of NaPoWrMo I took several liberties with—as in I didn't fully follow the prompt.
We're all a bit cynical in the face of a miracle as death has made an art of upstaging Humphrey Bogart especially when it must obfuscate a stardust system of blessings in syndicate, a crying babe between the bloody jaws of a shark and the singular applause amongst a tomato dumpster pile, a showing to rival chamomile.
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