Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
Anonymously Hal 
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this I very much love ~~
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Oh I can picture the smell… not a good smell.
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Yeah… Not really the best smell. Just a memorable one.
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