The Pumpkin Queen
Extended bones of skinless hands
Reach out with tones of groaning man
They pull her out with growing fears
But she is different than her peers
The pumpkin queen with heart of seed
Makes skinless hands grow heavy with bleed
She dies unto our soul content
to smile no more as we descend
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