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Rain falling on the decomposing leaves cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs the wind blows muttering ghost stories into our ears. Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles as we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style gathering sweets as we go while the full moon glows. Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky we remember the gun powder plot as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
Ghost Stories
Rain falling on the decomposing leaves cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs the wind blows muttering ghost stories into our ears. Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles as we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style gathering sweets as we go while the full moon glows. Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky we remember the gun powder plot as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
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