poem for 9/11/01….
Absence It was the absence of a soundtrack that confused me. I’ve never been one for that type of action movie anyway.
September 11, 2010
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Absence It was the absence of a soundtrack that confused me. I’ve never been one for that type of action movie anyway.
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