Sense of Guilt

I don't know where I went last night

What bar, what park, what beach

Did I cross to the other side

Or just move in-between

Yet the uncontrollable apprehensions remain

A distinct sense of guilt

That faint sense of perfume

What dark thoughtsMy mind's a blank but for a faint reminiscence

Was she real, or maybe a dream

But last night I slept from 7 o' clock

Right through to this morning

I rested well apart from a recurring nightmare

So when the homicide people ask me questions

I'll tell them about my dreams

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