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ALCHEMICAL ANGEL

From the innocent

Streets of the Coombe,

Comes the brisk

Illumination, a lady

In the drug of a

Dress. A throat

Full of fuel, a

River of birds in

Her eyes. The Harp

Of her body.

The inside town

Of imagination.

The delicate door

To the sky.

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