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mercy Dave Garcia yesterday, i took my tea with way too many sugar cubes, and i sat down at my flower patterned glass table, facing Death as it drank its hot chocolate. this morning, i woke up to offerings on my nightstand, and when i got out of bed, i stepped on shards of hard candy. Death’s bandages are quite sloppy because their hands shake just like mine, but it has a gentle glowing, and i trust its sunken smile. this afternoon, the ground is sinking. it starts downtown, tendrils of free falling rocks, the blood vessels of the earth popping, and the ground - a shifting perspective in the eyes of a god. this evening, i’ll be dead, in Death’s garden, far away, and i’ll be sipping molten glass out of a cupped-hands shaped grail.

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The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

The Paragon Journal - Issue Ten  

The Paragon Journal is an online literary journal that specializes in helping younger authors find their way in the literary world.

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