Bloodhound Nose
Death sniffs around
until it finds the heel
and works its way up to the throat.
Leaves a wet spot over happiness and hope.
Two big black snotty holes,
(One from which you came).
The other where everyone eventually goes.
Death, like a bloodhound's nose.
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