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There is a sound, but I can't place it


The breeze sends paper down the street,

into dark alleys


The noise gets louder, but I don't recognize it 


The sidewalks, vacant except for the Marines and

a few journalists


The ringing is everywhere now, 

we cover our ears


Whatever took out downtown is moving our way 

slow, but deliberate


An hour later the only sound is dust,


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