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I knew it when I took that dagger.
The mole under my left eye
Wouldn't be mine anymore,
The name to this face
Will be Vera Nair forever--
Chloe Nair, who is she but
The eccentric Grasse girl?
Who am I without my fragrances,
What am I without my sister?
Vera Nair, that's who I am,
Chloe Nair, that's food for dirt.
Even the title "Perfumer"
Belongs to Vera Nair now,
You knew it, too, didn't you
When you sold my perfume
Without even asking me to?
Vera Nair, everybody knows you,
the acclaimed Grasse genius.
But you, you can't sell
The stench of the dead,
You can't even
Rest in a wooden casket.
Enjoy what the earth gives,
Until worms are what's left,
Enjoy what you stole from me,
Enjoy the silence in your chest.
My dear sister,
Enjoy the scent of
Sweet, rotting flesh.