Ghost Of The Past

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I blink,

I turn,

I run,

it's not enough,

you haunt me,

what do you want?,

I can come back, she says,

then a smack,

the bulb in pieces,

light out,

you give me a fright,

you appear in my every sight,

you like spoiling my night,

I wake up screaming,

in the moon's shine

hearing a whine,

creeps running up my spine,

I hate the way you give me a sign.

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