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the news was like an unexpected tornado crashing through the streets
everyone just had to watch as the tornado ran its course,
the tornado grew bigger and bigger through phone lines and text messages,
clutching on with its winds.
the tornado became so big,
upending everyone from their regular sundays
tearing apart their futures
and, in the end,
the tornado kept spinning,
looking for anyone it missed,
while we were left with our destroyed homes
and no idea how to move forward.
all we could do was try and figure out how to pick up the pieces.
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