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Inner Hounds

 In her bed she tosses and turns
Greeted by nightmares and frights
Waking up drenched in sweat
A fever that eternally burns.

She runs in her sleep
Never ever looking back
Her sanity is at stake
For all the secrets she tries to keep.

She's living in denial
Bottled up is the subject of her crime
No longer giving an honest smile.

She curses her inner hounds
For only they know
About the corpse that rots
Beneath her garden grounds.
Petite_Renarde
Written by Petite_Renarde (Anouk)
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