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Sitting down and carving away, Scooping up the stringy bits and mush. Dirtying my hands with pumpkin guts It is when I feel most at rest. The tearing of pumpkin flesh A wonderful feeling It resonates down my spine
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
Pumpkin Guts
Sitting down and carving away, Scooping up the stringy bits and mush. Dirtying my hands with pumpkin guts It is when I feel most at rest. The tearing of pumpkin flesh A wonderful feeling It resonates down my spine
I love carving pumpkins. Enjoy! -TS
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16/Gluttony, Hell
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
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