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Use Me


 

I sleep with a new person every night.

Come morning, I am stripped down.

I am beaten and thrown.

But I like it!

 

Some mornings,

I am rewarded with a chocolate.

Others,

I am tossed into the closet.

 

My job is simple.

I must only lie here,

dressed in white,

providing support for those who need me.

 

But there is no place I would rather be

than on this king sized hotel bed.

Now it's your turn to use me.

Please! Come rest your head.

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