They watch these two perilously doomed buildings smash against their corrupted floor – choking smoke – clouds whistle and pour right in front of tear – filled, dying to be alive eyes
A thousand perished people living to attempt to breathe outright – the unimaginable fall from these freeze – frame, memory – lambasted upon for all of the wrong reasons windows
To weaken the heart – strings, thieve a Soul away
All In An 8:13 a.m. Instance

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