the sky was the color of passion fruit, and the leaves on the trees were a golden violet. the storm is a'comin' and she closes her eyes. the wind breathes down your neck and you feel alive. it's not yet october, you wish it were so. this feeling's forever, i thought you should know. you were the last thing on my mind when i died.
the world was a'spinnin', the orange light glowed, the pumpkins all cried out.."don't cut us into jack-o-lanterns, cuz the spirits will get out." it's halloween, all hallow's eve, the portal is open now. can you feel it? the wind and the grain. apple picking in the middle of may.
if they found you alone in the dark, do you know what they do to girls like you? they chew you up, swallow you, wash you down with beer. these goblins love ryebread and the taste of fear. i kiss you so gently, away to be you go. sweet dreams of candies and lakes and unicorns.
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