The clumsy, functional Latin of a hedge magus
Enabled me to intone the sable phrases of the incantation.
Invitations. Invocations located in henblood-sprayed pages.
Lost in the satin sumptuous of her gazegrabbing estrangement
Bookback black as a sunchewer’s tongue
An addict, her unguents clump my hundred stumps
Her emasculating chambers decorated with paintings of hung men, lumpy hunks.
Alchemisland 
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