The end

by chrissy carter   Jan 2, 2011


September 11th is a dark red
Color of blood and firetrucks
Feeling of non-existance
Crashing and screaming for victims
Smell of burnt paper
Taste of blood and dirt
September 11th begins the time of war.

    report violation
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