Ghosts On December 9, 2019December 9, 2019 By Barnadhya RwitamIn Micropoetry The things we eat die in our stomach. They become ghosts and come out – as farts. © Barnadhya Rwitam Tell your friends about this post:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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