Theft in September

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Smoke among us draws panic as what we have to lose begins to cry.
Stories are told as stories fold over and under the wake of two missiles from the sky.
It may have been too late to question where life is meant to end and begin,
For in the face of fate, we leapt onto the wings of the wind.





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