Knock knock.
Who is on line?
My wandering ghost and your scent of pot roast.
Knock knock.
Who is on line?
My satiated ghost, your lingerie on bed's post.
Knock knock.
Who is on line?
My malnutritioned ghost, and your dead soul.
Hardik Vaidya
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