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I want to write ‘this is mine’ in your skin. Stain it purple and red so it stands out. Sign it with the indentations of canines and incisors, Just above your collarbone. And when it fades, I’ll do it again. Burst all the vessels into webs and claims, Under your jaw, To the prominent cord in your throat, And the just of your hip Like a secret stash.

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