Outcome only intimated
Hinted, glimpses ink was faded
First letter every song in the playlist
Making pentagrams of the rooms we take
Geomancy I cast a glance see disembodied hands in the backseat
Placed flat on the thighs of an invisible lap, outline of a hat
Seen at a certain angle, I’m sweating bad must be going mad
But she confirms she can see something like that, driving badly
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