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May 2013
That lingering scent of death in the air
The smell of decay
Where is the carcass?
Is it an animal?
A human?
No it is just me
For I myself is just as corrupted as a foul smelling comatose creature
Forgive me for being simply
Olivia Pierce
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Olivia Pierce  England
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