Tonight I broke my open-mic virginity, exciting! This is what I read.
My jasmine sits burning in my cup
feel stinging on my hand,
my tongue when Im not quite sure
You can never be quite sure.
Melting the pen that I borrowed from Folsom Street Coffee.
All my old habits are still in play
no matter how less illegal it is
they are still the same old habits
same and similiar fears.
The same old things that break me in whatever way
Dont you…
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