I travel alone, checking phones
booths.
Some times when I see,
a beautiful woman leave, I enter.
Her lasting flagrance to catch, is a lift
to self respectfully, I look for more.
just a pebble with her number underneeth,
she knows, what she knows,
watching me pee on the booth.
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