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Death Aroma
The perfume of death hung in the air
And the gypsies danced beneath
The blood red moon
Twas the hallow of my youth
Still the fetor of death
Clings to my pale flesh
As I twirl and glide
'Neath the glowing onyx sky
And the gypsies danced beneath
The blood red moon
Twas the hallow of my youth
Still the fetor of death
Clings to my pale flesh
As I twirl and glide
'Neath the glowing onyx sky
Published 27th Sep 2019
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27th Sep 2019 11:10pm
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28th Sep 2019 00:07am
28th Sep 2019 1:55am
Dear D,
“The perfume of death hung in the air ” love the opening line. Draws you right in and while the trip is brief its journey is wild and dizzying. Excellent! H🌷
“The perfume of death hung in the air ” love the opening line. Draws you right in and while the trip is brief its journey is wild and dizzying. Excellent! H🌷
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