Imagine
Imagine.
The smell of a baby
days from the womb.
The smell of a rose
when it's in full bloom.
The smell of a corpse
exhumed from its' tomb.
The smell of fear
and its' impending doom.
Copyright © Randy Berthelette | Year Posted 2006
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