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The night is still
and the frost it bites my face
I wear my silence like a mask
and murmur like a ghost
";Trick or Treat";
";Trick or Treat";
The bitter and the sweet
The carefree days
are distant now
I wear my memories like a shroud
I try to speak but words collapse
Echoing
";Trick or Treat";
";Trick or Treat";
The bitter and the sweet
I wander though your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween......Halloween
A sweet reminder
in the ice-blue nursery
of a childish murder
of hidden lustre