take my hand and climb with me…

fifty six degrees: ‘crop circles in the carpet…’

Hide and Seek ~ Imogen Heap

fifty sixMy first gift, to you. Love child of, The Dreaming. And, a fever tree. At night. Magic book, hidden core. Contained creation, bear and badge. Poetry fused, with music. Word inspired, and married. Text and images. First mix, Desire. Our alphabet, of din. Starts with D, obviously. Songs to haunt, hollow hearts. We hid out in, the open. To weave, a shroud of lies. One might, wonder: who. Was fooling, who?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth…

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