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A Circle Starts with C (Free verse) by rusty
The precision of a mattress is sleep.
Tonight the matress cleaves as you enter.
The mattress pretends to sleep
as you cleave to the outside of my precision.
You shake.
I shake it on the mattress,
which is not happy because I usually choose the floor.
The floor is happy even though it needs refinishing.
You get up to leave.
I run to the door.
The floor is malcontent.
You're already halfway down the stairs.
I go on stairing one by one,
but forget about you once you're out of sight.
I run back into my room
and trip over my feet hitting my head on the mattress.
They both giggle.
I throw my phone at the mattress.
The floor chuckles.
I masturbate and cum on the floor to show it who's boss.
The mattress screams, "Touche".
I jump up and down on the mattress
knocking the phone on the floor and hear the receiver.
I forgot to say goodbye.
I call you and get your mechanical voice.
I say, "How about a quickie tomorrow"?
Your line is silent.
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Weighted score: 5.2241178
Overall Rank: 4275
Posted: July 31, 2003 11:04 AM PDT; Last modified: August 5, 2003 2:05 PM PDT
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