by Kehara Jayaweera

When the window panes were talking, as the wind blew through them
I grumbled like an old man, who has a stomach ache
Making little kids lips quiver from fear
When their parents blame me, I grumble at them
As I devoured, everything in my path
When my parents come to help me out
We swallow the whole town together.

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