I feel the pressure beneath my lids
Street lights by a booth give
Soft lights,
Soft seats
Softer smile.
I have truly found something.
But I should be a lawyer,
Adult time at 5am
With a cold glass of water
And everything is okay.
Patterned sips
For every quip,
Cleaning up where I had slipped,
But some of me fell straight to hell
To justify what I do so well.
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