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Last Hayride
With the taste of death
in my bedroom
as the doorknob turned
and I gluten-free
screaming, last hayride
among laughing pumpkins
laying me down to creep
in nightmare
skinned to bone
picked clean of flesh
drowning in roux
With the taste of death
in my bedroom
as the doorknob turned
and I gluten-free
screaming, last hayride
among laughing pumpkins
laying me down to creep
in nightmare
skinned to bone
picked clean of flesh
drowning in roux
With the taste of death
Published 20th Sep 2022
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