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The scent of death
listen to the sounds
Look at the surroundings
Nothing to hear
Nothing to see...
But Feel it
the presence
Hanging over the area
like a raincloud in the sky
I smell it
the smell of death
the smell of murder
the scent of evil spirits
Unmistakable
stuck in my nostrils
Life has passed
But who and where
God only knows.
Friday 15th July 2016 9:35 pm
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