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moulinette rouge

the sanguine pumpkin blended a cautionary tale in anticipation whipped a bit of cream and cinnamon essence into the mix and disguised her devious trickery with the fragrant candle of death vampires camouflaged as a venture-capitalists hung on to the skin counted their rewards with sweet diabolical fangs and squashed any sense of trickery as pulp met fiction and friction for treats modern day pagans opened their home but clutched their wallets ‘direct debit and credit cards only’ they tried their best to hold on to what they cherished most and offered a few stale Easter Eggs Christmas approached fast and the blood of Christ in the manger played trickery on paralyzed children in need of candy and hope which had become alien concepts wrapped in greed and deceit a Pied Piper was so small thought that he crept through the door slipped by and raided the safe box hidden in the Scrooge’s pantry feasting on silver shillings and dirty bills of all denominations ‘Fallow Sheen’ he shouted and recited from the Halloween Bible in which transparency was so obvious one could see the Lord dressed in an abduction of meaning draped around halo and loins the Moulinette put on lip stick mascara and rouge to save her blushes sharpened its blades and crushed Faustian pact made in seasonal hell 18th October 2020 Halloween Contest Sponsor Emile Pinet

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