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Sep 2013
the wind is raging

howling

screaming

and the trees are shaking

battering against the windows

and i can feel their pain

they beg to differ.

and the droplets stream down my windowpane

like a fairytale-esque music video

like my cries in the night

how lonely, is it, to be a tree?
Aya Baker
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Aya Baker  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   --- and Marie Ellen Grace
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