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By 911
you were already gone
and I was learning how to live alone.
Dad had died that June
and when the towers came down
I thought I too might crumble into poison dust and
swirl away into the frigid river or the Brooklyn sky.

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By 911
you were already gone
and I was learning how to live alone.
Dad had died that June
and when the towers came down
I thought I too might crumble into poison dust and
swirl away into the frigid river or the Brooklyn sky.

Read the rest of this entry →

By 911
you were already gone
and I was learning how to live alone.
Dad had died that June
and when the towers came down
I thought I too might crumble into poison dust and
swirl away into the frigid river or the Brooklyn sky.

Read the rest of this entry →

By 911
you were already gone
and I was learning how to live alone.
Dad had died that June
and when the towers came down
I thought I too might crumble into poison dust and
swirl away into the frigid river or the Brooklyn sky.

Read the rest of this entry →

By 911
you were already gone
and I was learning how to live alone.
Dad had died that June
and when the towers came down
I thought I too might crumble into poison dust and
swirl away into the frigid river or the Brooklyn sky.

Read the rest of this entry →