Just wont let go

There was once a corpse
who got resurrected by
some black magic practiced
by some nutty necromancer
it could resurrect
but could not stop its decay
but the corpse thought
it was alive again
so off he went to pursue life.
He never could fathom,
how could all pretty women
or girls guess he was from beyond,
they just scampered away
at his very sight,
he never guessed his stench
gave away his origin,
pouring bottles of perfume
barely overpowered the stench
of rotting, decaying flesh.

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