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Superstitionists swear breaking a glass brings good luck I broke one as I headed out for the first time to meet her I rushed, typed on my cell, and shot a glance at the winter sun And almost tripped embarrassingly on the speed breaker Girls walking next me broke into a subtle chuckle An hour later we walked towards each other at the station She picked me up in her dainty scooter soaked in character We ditched storming to generic malls Went to an aesthetic open air tea stall Here she cozily sat in her spot Reminisced how her last date bombed I spoke non-stop like a nutjob robot Making her wonder if I was a wacko & should she bolt She didn’t, instead asked me to come for a brisk stroll Later we drove, picked Bud and rolled towards home She didn't let me in through her home’s threshold She let me in through the door to her unfettered soul Taught me how to smoke pot from a bong As we listened to rustic Iranian songs Introduced me