In your debt

Cucumber Lodge

Nine eleven, in your debt,
Traumatized the day we met.
Nine eleven, you I trust,
Turning concrete into dust,
Nine eleven, soothe my eyes,
With chemistry that boils the skies.
Nine eleven, place my bet,
Airline stocks I must forget.
Nine eleven, heal my mind,
Hide the way you make me blind.

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