Hidden intent 

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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