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I'll never forget the smell of death... it's cool, not cold, and hangs low like some sort of siren drawing you to it's depths. No mater how you lift your nose it seduces you down to the reality of your nothing self. The smell is rhythmic, broken, and static. It's the only rhythm that is still -it was the emptiest hum. A hum, something broken in so many pieces that the words and tune can only be sensed as one. The one thing which stood alone was death. My eyes had not seen but a nose to know that I'll never forget the smell of death...

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