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Sheets

February 4, 2009
By Grant Germano PLATINUM, New City, New York
Grant Germano PLATINUM, New City, New York
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Her pointless movements flatten,
Fold,
Cover,
And clean the wrinkled sheets.
When I leave her alone,
In an empty house,
Until I return again.
She irons my clothes,
And puts away the filth,
That I have left behind.
Crisp,
Fresh,
Three lingering blankets,
And two fluffy pillows,
And one relaxed body,
Wrinkle the sheets once again.


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