Tragedy of 9/11

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A plane, a plane
far above, way beyond us all
The shatter of the unobtained
and glass that never falls.

Swirling rage that flew up high
a madness so intense
A dove shot in the blackened sky
and doors not opened since.

A plane, a plane
way too close, near enough to feel
The silence of what was obtained
and the lives they chose to steal.





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