'Halloween'

It's time to dress-up,
then make sure to mussel the mutt
and duct-tape the letterbox shut
incase the children threaten us for not giving them enough.
Then we can gorge on junk.
A sugar rush just for us.

It's time to make up,
a reason to make love.
A chase to the cut to share blood.
We can always summon the spirits
if we can't bare and grin it
or we start and can't finish.

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