In Moscow
at the hermitage museum
there was this
woman
beautiful and tall
long blond hair
white legs
and blue eyes
and long wavy
eyelashes
she bumped me
and i got excited
for perhaps
she likes me
only to realize
that i lost my pocket
with some
u.s. dollars inside it.
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