Centripetal force of a
whirling waterbottle, captured in it
the tornado of our youth
and reflecting a goofy smile.
Dare you say centrifugal?
Dare you graze the edge of a sharpened sword?
Water bottle, waterbottle
You sit on my desk
I look at you, I look at you
But I never drink you
Poor, poor water bottle
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