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HYMN OF YOUR OWN

I slowly hear it
Faintly yet distinctly
The blooming intuition growing within me
Light steps across my ribcage
Bones that protect my heart
It comes within me
When I want to go
When I want to stay
I listen to its warning
Because when you flip a coin
You always know what you really wanted
But with you
I never saw the side of any coin
My father jokes around
Lucky in business, but not for love
I stopped believing in it
So it stopped knocking on my door
Yet my intuition sings softly
Reminding me that I am wrong
I run away
From what I can’t face
Yet every night and every morning
It sings

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