Fighting with Me

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Gather together, jealously, and little to no trust.

Fold in a bad mood, let it brew like a storm

Overcook love and jealousy mixed.

Combine some cruely conceived comments,

And let simmer in an angered silence.

You can tell it is nearly done

When the true feelings began to bubble up.

Pour gently into a saucepan, and let the recovery take place.

Soon the aroma of healing, will fill the room

The anger now forgotten boils out.

More love added in, makes everything smell sweeter.

Take a taste now, that everything is nearly okay.

Just a few more minutes, to let the fight settle in.

Slowly turn the heat on low, and set a cover on top

Serve on a plate garnished with forgiveness like uniting with friends after a fight. 

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