In a little country home resides a boy with a pumpkin head. His eyes are hollow but within show so much light. His smile was carefully carved by his family's knife. All he ever saw was orange; the kind of orange that douses the sky on Halloween. His breath smelled like pumpkin seeds and his home was covered in autumn leaves. All he ever wished for was to be exactly this. The little boy with the pumpkin head.
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RandomThese are just things I write in my free time. I also have a poetry book so if you liked these, I recommend checking that one out!
