She made magic potions

So she could cast spells

She had her favorites

That’s for sure

Black Phoenix Alchemy

Pure Bliss

On the side of her neck

Inside her wrists

Behind her knees

And she wondered

If anyone knew

What the magic was

What she hoped to create

With the touch she gave

The words she said

The things she wrote

Who she really was

With the magic potion

Jeanna’ Mead

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