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Pumpkin Spice
The days dance by, dark, dismal and dreadful. Magic is in the air, malignant, malevolent and malicious. The evening’s silence is shattered by the call of the season’s mischief. Each turn of the page brings peril, but your read and read, until your eyes are sore and your soul is stolen.
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The Night
The night knows all, but never tells. Bathed in blood and burning tears, she smiles sweetly at your secrets, holding all our greatest sins to her beating heart, like a Mother, driven mad. The night sees all, but never tells, if you give her what she needs. The night hides all, just out of reach,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 