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The water
It’s rushing inland
Wiping out everything
That tree we sat under and counted the stars
Isn’t there anymore.
The wind
It’s lashing out
Whipping the buildings
That power line where your sneakers hung
Isn’t there anymore.
The aftermath
It’s so silent
The birds aren't singing
The city we called home
Isn’t there anymore.