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9 Miles On A Dirty Futon

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I spent nine miles with her.
in a cheap apartment.
Boxed wine and cheeses with exotic sounding names.
Eaten on a blanket on the floor as we had no table.
we had no couch,
we had no television.
But we had music.

At night we would lay on a futon matress
that layed on the floor.

The streetlight outside the bedroom window playing shadows across sections of her.
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Sally Plumb Plumb 21 November 2012

Wonderful story... entrancing.

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Matthew Peel 08 November 2012

The imagery is great... Well done.

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