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Samhain Blessing

Flame throwing flower held by a scream, Maniacal laughter, dark fantasy; Blood on the face of a clown fresh smile an imprint of a frown; Nothing is at all what it seems; Trick me, treat me by all means, creep me; Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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