There was no other customer but me in that spa, one evening.
A lodge of smoke,
to make me choke;
From heated stone
Poured water on.
A cold rub helps,
but my heart yelps:
I am alone
In this salon.
Outside, the Moon,
inside, some tune—
Soothing the stressed;
giving me rest.
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