The nagging pain every time I remember the incident on 9/11.
A needle hidden, lanced inside my heart
This, nine-eleven, pricks me like a sword.
The fall was past and yet I can’t forget
A needle hidden, lanced inside my heart.
I body-cleansed! I hope to drain it fast.
Bust still it hurts; the drop still hit me hard!
A needle hidden, lanced inside my heart
This, nine-eleven, pricks me like a sword.
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