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I saw in the hold of my hold of my friend
I watched as she touched, held
what which was hers and it was beautiful.
I thought of how to make it mine
I snuck and crept around'
hiding my face.
No one noticed,
no one saw.
I felt like a ninja sneaking
into the small room with the half-opened door.
I saw, I took, and I left.
To this day,
no one ever knew I had the delicious taste
of her white, creamy
chocolate chips on my lips as I left the pantry.