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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Study In Scarlet and Black #32</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you; <br>You are the reoccurring dream I have had<br>since childhood.<br>The one that leaves me exhausted all day the next day, <br>because I dream I have been hiding all the bodies<br>of random people I have murdered.<br>Then I awake in white knuckle panic and realize...<br>I haven't killed anyone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you; <br>The night terrors<br>that leave vague impressions of dread and horror stuck in my matted hair with the cold sweat I wake up drenched in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you: <br>You are the sound of car tires screeching<br>without the satisfying sound of metal and glass<br>colliding<br>like lovers<br>driven to absolute violence<br>by their own lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you; <br>You are that strange black cloud in the distance, <br>the one that smells like tornado weather....<br>but you never arrive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you; <br>You creep between the cracks of necessary self delusion.<br>'If I write about it, it puts a lens between me and life'<br>Writing is a way of living in second person narrative...<br>but you find the cracks and seep through<br>like a broken sewage main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are the sudden, <br>almost uncontrollable urge I sometimes get<br>to swerve, <br>while going VERY fast, <br>in to on coming traffic<br>at 3: 45 AM.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you; <br>Unnameable, unknowable, <br>but as familiar to me as my own scarred and ravaged body, <br>and my psyche that has teams of shrinks working on it...<br>in shifts, <br>around the clock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make no mistake; <br>I KNOW you.<br>--30---</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brevet+Wilson">Brevet Wilson</a><div class=q>
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You are the reoccurring dream I have had
since childhood.
The one that leaves me exhausted all day the next day, 
because I dream I have been hiding all the bodies
of random people I have murdered.
Then I awake in white knuckle panic ..."></div>
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