She knows me better than I do
the psychic reader was gorgeous from her neck to her nose
her bright brown eyes were star-like, with angelic glows
I immediately felt comfortable, as she asked my permission
to hold my hands, so she could complete her mission
She told me things about me I had forgotten myself
Took out an astrology book from an upper shelf
Gave me some tips on what else I could do
To be happier yet, and chase away every blue
Her insight was remarkable, her empathy intact
I was still thinking about my reading years after the fact
this psychic reader had me under a Bohemian spell
She knew me better than me; she knew me quite well
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