Hidden Alphabet
packed up the bags under my eyes
no sorrow,
and no real goodbyes
had to declare independence
on my mental state
i left for my capital before it was too late
i left with lemonade dreams
and strange clouds in blanket skies
packed up the bags under my eyes
moving on, moving away
there is a hidden alphabet in the words i say
James Garratt – Tuesday 1st May 2007
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Hidden Alphabet – Written Tuesday 1st May 2007 (Aged 32)
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 
“i left with lemonade dreams
and strange clouds in blanket skies”
Beautiful imagery! š
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You always like the imagery :). Slightly changed form the handwritten original :). Thank you
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Oh I do. Your choices are very unique – I like how you see things.
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Unique – you mean weird š š š
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Definitely not. More in the sense of extraordinary, quirky & very interesting. š
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It is quirky. Itās making language and the use of it different, almost as a stylistic touch. Thank you š
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Very kind š x
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