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• Grace Khoo, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2007

Silence makes me feel solitary and I tremble at the slight sound of anything. The deafening sound of a motorcycle or a car makes me jump and the lake that lies opposite my house has boats which headlights shimmer in the dark. The moon is luminious but the room is murky and I am petrified. I sink deeper into the darkness, never to return.