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Nine eleven, a memory- soon to be dead.

Let our guards down, took a blow to the head.

Although it seemed sudden, it happened too soon.

See my reflection through the light of the moon.

Materialistic existence intact.

But our presence of mind has been set far back.

Disagreement, fighting, war, peace.

The never-ending cycle that seems out of reach.

Not much to say, much less to do.

I saw it coming……..how about you?

- Anonymous