Tag: alchemy
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Winter Ball
Got three eyes that’s two plus súil eile, Stella Maris diamond of Neptune’s mapsworth without a fellaMy foot notes your foot’s arrival, stepping in lightly you’re a pugilist with huge lipsYour outpushed hips strain the spinal zip, whose top split like a tent ripMy foot’s notes when we spin at touch’s end almost, then reeled…
Alchemisland 