In her bottom floor flat a sandalwood candle burns
The key is a worm in the lock the worm turns
Incense venting, the vibe is stupor bathroom palette blue as rogue trooper
Like a sly cooper she makes barrels in secret
She’s an enigma her neck is a vexing question like an egret’s
Sills precious with crystals this zodiac maniac’s space
On a rack her wax macks and Max Payne leather jacket
Scraps of paper like old golem words.
Alchemisland 
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