57.) the ghost

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My memory's faded,
no-one knows what I did with my time.
My eyes are dark and jaded,
but I'm still as sweet as lime.

They ask me where I've been but I can't say,
they say I've been missing 'all damn day'.
I tell them to back off, to give me space, to go away.
They ignore me and in my mind I pray.

Because I don't know what else to do,
what these people want to hear.
They don't like my rue,
so I tell them not to come near.
I haunt their minds, you know it's true,
I spread nothing but fear.
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