And I haven't posted anything in such a long while, I share spontaneous poetry:
As the wind howls into the night
Witches and ghouls take their flight
And graves that have long been silent
Stir in excitement
Can you hear the sound of spirits unseen?
It is a sign; it’s All Hallows EveBy spontaneous, I mean it just suddenly sprang from my head. Thus
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