With a pale blue hand
She stroked my face.
I said, what’s it like
Being a ghost?
Her mouth opened
I could taste the smell
Of thunder
A ball of fire gathers
In the back of her throat-
I said never mind
I don’t really want to know
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2022 08:47
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Tonsillitis is a right killer!
Thanks, S.C.
She needs strepsils😂
Thanks, J.S.
For sure she could.
Always better to think before you speak - lesson I will learn one day.
First creepy I've had a laugh with for years.
Thanks, Dave.
For sure, everything that pops into your head is not of sufficient quality to pop out of your mouth.
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