Your intuition knew

You'll never forget when you feel magic. It'll grab you by the throat And freeze-stamp the time and place— Like when your eyes went wide as you looked up At the three giant canvases in a loft in Brooklyn, Or when you heard a perfect dream In the passenger seat of your mother's Jeep In a Jersey Shore parking lot. How'd you know to walk so slow? Why'd you take your time? You felt the need to listen closely— Your intuition knew What not to miss.

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