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The Hallows

You can call us goblins, we don’t mind.
It’s dark down here for a reason
these warts and boils don’t happen overnight, I know
this greenish complexion draws attention out there,
but down here?
You don’t need to fear these ghouls. Vampire
is a harsh word for someone who will suck the poison
from your fresh wounds. The Devil’s
dive bar, is far more
I guarantee you; if I flew off tonight
and hunters came after with their torches,
the nightcrawlers I know would burst like bats
from both sides of the diner cart screeching
into the night to help a witch out.
Hell howls sound far more like home
than any other candle-lit building could dress itself up as.
So kid, don’t be scared.
Scream your heart out,
you’re safe here

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