Odor

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His face was like looking at time itself Everything moving froze in his wake A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
  I am controlled by this Bryiana, What story has my face have told? Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
  Ew, you stink! Go away Take a bath, wear deodorant.
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