September11
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A span of eighteen minutes.
An American Airlines Boeing 767,
Very low.
A span of eighteen minutes.
Heavy black smoke billowed into
The sky.
A span of eighteen minutes.
'I love you...' I whisper,across the expansethe gaping darkness,the thrilling chance?
My heart it slows,as you turn and leave me,I stand in the snow,alone, wondering bleakly.
He stuck his head out
And like a chain reaction the trigger was pulled by a very weak limb.
The face that slaughtered the innocent shall not live, there was no doubt.
We knew the rugged appearance belonged to Him.
