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Another november morning
Of the eight it was
deeply breathed,
Started after that dream
Once again.
Was it a dream?
Was I in a dream?
How tiring they were
I would hug you
Felt saved
Felt peace
Felt heaven.
Gone in a time of a blink
Came back with my breath.
So I walked,
To feel alive
Then was the pain
Hugging me this time.
Walked some more,
Felt the wind of november
Got more and more real.
To escape
Got closer to reality
With my beating heart
As I got faster,
You ran faster.
That was the way it was
and I was captive
Of the eight of the eleventh.

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You have nicely expressed your feelings of that day, Victoria. Thanks