Oxymoron, oxymoron...

Just a pair of words in a helpless poem...

Just two phrases holding fast...

Continuous pace,

each step - the same,

No need to haste, you slowly walk.

You two, impressing at the sight

between the same melody you slide.

You both have no different face,

You don't compete in any race.

No, you stand together, do progress,

because alone you are helpless.

Oxymoron, oxymoron...

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