The Scent of Raw

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First Message:   The pungent stench of fresh kill stews, A rancid fog of flesh and bruise. It crawls through air, thick and tight, A choking scent of slaughtered blight. Blood pools warm, its iron reek, Sinew torn, organs weak. The rawness stirs, both sharp and rank, A fetid brew where bodies sank. Each breath is heavy, drenched in rot, Desire twisting in the clot. A fragrance steeped in death’s dark claw, A seething hunger The scent of raw.

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