MoppedA Story by Jessica HarmonyThe cleaning supplies sink into me, slide over me, pull the grime off of me. Oh, i feel so clean, how good this feels after weeks of being stepped on day and night. The mop rubs me like a massage. I've never felt this good, this sqeaky clean and shiny. I feel brand new. I've been mopped.
© 2010 Jessica HarmonyAuthor's Note
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Added on November 11, 2010 Last Updated on November 11, 2010 Author
Jessica HarmonyDenver, COAboutJust another number, darling. Nothing to the world. Bet I'm a statistic, baby. Just the broken girl. I'm 17. I love to write poetry and i'm currently writing a novel. Most of my poems on her.. more..Writing
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