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CRUMPKIN...πŸŽƒπŸ”₯πŸŽƒπŸ”₯πŸŽƒπŸ”₯

Haunted eyes
Fire a glow
Wicked smile
Ashes below,
Sitting upon
Midnights ground
Demons exists
All around,
Come up close
Look and stare
Possess your soul
Always beware,
Whispering echoes
Teasing you
Shadows touch
Without a clue,
Evil orange
As a pumpkin
Ghostly presence
Here is Crumpkin. ..
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