Privated skies, private places
Avenues, Heights, Mews, Gables
Imperial names hyphenated stately.
Between spaces, spaces between
A thing supreme
That kingly queen eclipses heretofores.
Her want snips my repellent cordons
That portal’s bore’s been exposed since.
My silver-scored palm examined it clammily
My filthy hands silt teeming did fit without cramming
A love salmon-bellied, which shatters at a glance.
Alchemisland 
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