Last alley behind a
Thai/French fusion restaurant.
Cobbles slippery as ice,
Leaking water dripped
from a bathroom overflow,
strawberry scent and bubbles
mixing with the primordial ooze
leaking from a slurry bin,
nothing worse than bath water
to ruin the days only meal.
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