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Jan 2019
Yesterday  
  my   hotel   food
  was  not  fresh.
So  my  
solid  wastage  output      
was   ghost-stool.


Yesterday  my
   mind's     constantness

was  not  focused.




So,  my   uncontrolled
considerations
was  out  put

of  ghost-mood.

Yesterday  my
Facebook  and Instagram
post    photo's
hacked   and
  re edited  by
pixel  reduction.

So,  my  faces
looked  illed   and  other  type
was   the  output
of  ghost-hacking.
Written by
IncholPoem
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