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On Hallow’s Eve I bent my knee Asked her to be my bride I hoped her heart beat just for me That love would be her guide She said “It’s true I love you, But there is something you must know Of quirks and twists I have a few Though you may learn them to your woe” “I’m really not like other girls Now get this in your head Though I seem all bows and curls I really am quite dead” “You’ve asked me for my hand, and see I can give it without harm” And quick as counting one two three She ripped it from her arm “So now you know the truth” she sighed “As grim as can be said Why none would want a girl who died Let alone one who’s undead” She was bewitching in the full moon’s light Standing there hand in hand I was filled with love and not with fright And knew I must take a stand I cried “Our marriage plan we can fulfill I believe in body positivity Whether alive or dead it’s a body still Regardless of morbidity” We made our plans all through the night Our thoughts like blood did flow By dawn we knew it would be alright I just must learn to sew I held her close with all my might Vowed to leave her nevermore She asked ‘Please dear, don’t squeeze so tight” As her left eye hit the floor We celebrate our love each Hallow’s Eve With ghosts and ghouls and witches I love her laugh which you may believe As I keep her all in stitches
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Till Undeath
On Hallow’s Eve I bent my knee Asked her to be my bride I hoped her heart beat just for me That love would be her guide She said “It’s true I love you, But there is something you must know Of quirks and twists I have a few Though you may learn them to your woe” “I’m really not like other girls Now get this in your head Though I seem all bows and curls I really am quite dead” “You’ve asked me for my hand, and see I can give it without harm” And quick as counting one two three She ripped it from her arm “So now you know the truth” she sighed “As grim as can be said Why none would want a girl who died Let alone one who’s undead” She was bewitching in the full moon’s light Standing there hand in hand I was filled with love and not with fright And knew I must take a stand I cried “Our marriage plan we can fulfill I believe in body positivity Whether alive or dead it’s a body still Regardless of morbidity” We made our plans all through the night Our thoughts like blood did flow By dawn we knew it would be alright I just must learn to sew I held her close with all my might Vowed to leave her nevermore She asked ‘Please dear, don’t squeeze so tight” As her left eye hit the floor We celebrate our love each Hallow’s Eve With ghosts and ghouls and witches I love her laugh which you may believe As I keep her all in stitches
A Halloween love story
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
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