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Chapter 4 - .:4:.

I memorized the cracks the night you left me.

If I pressed my hands there now,

I could stitch the rot back into something that resembles a chest.

I practice your name like a cure under my tongue,

Taste it, then hold it, then spit it out.

Because I already proved what happens when I reach for light with these rotten hands.

Thus once more began the night.

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