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May 2016
SOUND
I am asleep, the windows yank open
I hear the howling gale, making the curtains dance and twist
The chime sways violently, creating a hurried music
i do not wake up, until i hear a distanced scream
Isha R Vedantam
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Isha R Vedantam
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