She endorsed my salad tossing.
It was the only thing she knew
The two of us grew to enjoy!
I had given up on eating meat.
And she had given up on street teases.
Those she thought pleased passersby!
We found something natural between us!
We became so close...
I let her pick the hair she said laid on my teeth,
And wet lips.
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