Ab-Sense
I watched the tone of your voice flow over your lips like broken glass.
I heard the echo of emptiness in your eyes as if they were searching for your soul.
I felt your fear, anger, and deep sadness grab me like the Grimm reaper himself.
I could smell the scent of your defeat you like to wear as your favorite perfume.
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