olive oil and lettuce?
or a little apple cider vinegar?
or the standard mayo? mustard?
try a little sweetie honey.
sometimes a little too sour, sometimes a little too sweet.
my salad relation is equally tossed.
oh! the sour and the sweet.
you make me feel some hatred,
and yet when i approach the bin, i feel slightly happy all over.
with a little spoon in hand, emotions stirring, tossing like a bowl of salad.
then i understood. perhaps the bin would like a portion as much as i wished.
maybe, even more.
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