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The Terrifying Now
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\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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It\u2019s impossible to explore the celestial regions in a badger\u2019s head.
\nNo one can stop November leaves from curling their brown hands.
\nPrograms at funerals are like unanswered letters to immortality.<\/p>\n
Who hasn\u2019t found a feather-headed moth dried up on the windowsill?
\nWinter\u2019s ingathering starts after swarms of snowflakes baffle the traffic.
\nBright faces of sunflowers track the sun in a wide-arc, only to end by looking at the ground.<\/p>\n
What we go around guarding everyday will eventually fall from our hands.
\nGo ahead and try, but no one can outrun the following dawn.
\nThe silent teachers will always come down from the mountains to beg for food.<\/p>\n
Radiance, what I\u2019m trying to say is–the age of the trinity is gone.
\nAzrael\u2019s near, offering you the blade he\u2019s brought for your wrists.
\nIt\u2019s OK if you use it because those upstart daffodils will still rise from the snowy ground.<\/p>\n
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