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Trick or ?

Pound of flesh left out to thaw
Seems Michael Myers likes it raw
His blood feast on the drive in screen
The midnight show on Halloween

But this mask is stitched on everyday
Smile zipped but out to play
Yet even leather springs a leak
Red running even as we speak

So head down to the pumpkin patch
Watch the damned things start to hatch
Catch these latest spawn of Hell
Then succumb to some witch's spell

Dropping by her house of horrors
A hidden face at scarlet doors
An infinity of something sweet
And all it takes is trick or treat.
Written by crowfly
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