![]() sleepA Poem by audrey hornesleep is fickle and fleeting. i dream violently and carve holes in my skin. when i awake with my hands dipped in my own blood and my covers tossed aside i wonder, when did i become this way?
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2 Reviews Added on February 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 6, 2015 Tags: sleep, dreams, nightmares Author![]() audrey horneHalifax, Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutaspiring writer, hopeless student, romantic dreamer. more..Writing
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