I love this month.
I love what it means.
I love the feeling tha
as soon as this month starts,
the air will be crisper,
the apples riper,
the pumpkins oranger,
life a little more surreal.
I love this month
because fairies and goblins,
mushroom rings and red capped men
are more alive for me now
than at any other time.
I love this month because of possibility,
about wild dreams,
about nightmares.
Because I want to be one with the night sometimes,
and this month lets me.
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