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Chapter 7 - Arabellah

Zero days

Bells phase

Throughout unto

Steamy few

Handprints morphing windows

Pane we can't explain

Our teeth ache

And our nails burn

Scoffing down the street

At those we replicate

Our palms burn the glass

We leave them there

Just for a little longer

Memories linger

Something that never existed

And a hatred that persisted

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