Ghost
She's had such a long day
Everytime she closes her eyes
she sees the daughnting
lights of the squad car.
She's haunted by the
ghosts of her past.
She shakes in fear
with just ten minutes
left to spare.
Why can't she do anything right?
When will she ever learn?
They ask why she is so secluded.
Well, here is their answer why.
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