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The building fell,
12 floors,
fell down,
fell.
No earthquake.
No hurricane.
No tropical storm.
No warning.
No reason.
The residents
came home
slipped between sheets,
slept. Then
the building
fell
just fell,
floors folded
in the dark,
flattened
in thunder and dust
and
silence;
water gushed
from severed pipes,
power arced and sparked,
mattresses smoldered and smoked,
rescuers swarmed
amid fumes and rubble
with devices and dogs
to listen and sniff
for signs;
families cried,
hoped,
prayed,
waited
for answers.
Ocean surf roared
broke on shore
disappeared into the sand
the tide rose
and fell
rose
fell.
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