I sit behind you
and watch
that part of your neck,
you like me to bite.
that part of you,
that i perhaps can claim,
but which doesn't belong to me,
Yet.
so i suffer,
and you suffer.
for we are the same.
a cause for celebration,
a cause for seperation.
so we sit this way,
far apart.
though you are now thinking of my teeth
as i am of your neck.
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