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I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and painas the people fall through the airtheir screams they do contain. Your eyebrows crumple with worry,as re-bar, concrete and glass,a fire rages beneath your skin, the explosions rear,as all the people pass -  by as though nothing is wrongand go about their livesnot knowing just above themthe dying utter strangled cries. You walk upright stillwith such dignitythough the dying fallfor all of us to see. Grasp a hand!a friend in this fearas you plummet and fallin the distance. We peer -  out to the towersfalling like soldiers to their knees,battle stricken and weary,pick up this burden please. Your stony silence is general,cold and hard stoneset here to remember youyour new entombed home. So I sit with you here,at this monument to rememberall the people who left uson the eleventh of September. 

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