- a cool breeze
danced through my
hair as I sat
and watched the
world pass by.
- On Pearl Street
A sticky, hairy
man walks up
and asks,
"Want to Party?
- Unwanted attention
needy hands
lustful eyes.
I stand as the boys prey.
I am but a fox in
a sea of hunters.
Wishing my shirt
wasn't so low-cut.
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