Mutual [His POV]

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The following days was
Like apples and cinnamon
Sweet and a little spice

I was a teacher
Teaching her to write and read
The language of my own

She was the cinnamon
A bit frustrated by me
Yet sweet as an apple.

In such a short time
A bond as strong as two pieces
Were one in the same

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