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8/2/21
They took you from me
In the early morning,
The sun rising blood red
Dust was on the ground.
It ripped you out of life
Like the Mayan's did
A virgin's heart, for sacrifice,
Then tossed you into the pit, forgotten.
Your image rises
Like that morning's smoke.
Your face never forgotten,
For 20 years your screams fill my mind.
Last year we social distanced
Never touching the ones we love.
I haven't touched you
Since the Towers fell.
The pandemic is over
Or so they say
But down the distance of time
I will always be touching your soul.
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