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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
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
Sound
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
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isha-r-vedantam
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
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