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On Thursdays in the city
A little after 10 AM
There's a sound
That sounds like a school with seven bells all ringing
It is a hidden signal
The people turn to face them
Praying to the ringing mecca
Bells an epicenter of nothing
On Thursdays the bells ring
They do not symbolize
They have no meaning other than
The changing of the guards at the bank
On South 10th Avenue
Moments later
On this one Thursday
The bells ring a second time for the first time in living memory
Ten thousand eyes are staring
A woman removes her earplugs
What is this fresh hell?
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