building on v-shape road intersection
ranch type bricks with manicured lawn
parking lot for fifty cars and gas station
a subway restaurant and a small store
on the side where i'm going barbershop
my friend works there for a long long time
red and white cylinder at constant revs
indicating they are open for business
i open the door a swift popular scent
ocean breeze; that stinging after shave
he smiles, he knows what i came for
cut my hair; makes me looks beautiful
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