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Death is a perfume That can be smelt Any time in life. For the odor is Death telling us That the string is Now cut on this life. The perfume of Death invites many To stay, to dispose Of this shell, To let the nature Take it away. The perfume of Death is always Around, as long As those living Pass and the Shell does decay.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
Perfume Of Death
Death is a perfume That can be smelt Any time in life. For the odor is Death telling us That the string is Now cut on this life. The perfume of Death invites many To stay, to dispose Of this shell, To let the nature Take it away. The perfume of Death is always Around, as long As those living Pass and the Shell does decay.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
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