Sometimes I think about
Different questions and the different replies that follow
My favourite would be
What's the most precious thing you own?
And I'd suddenly stop the moment the first syllables of my sentence start to run out of my mouth
All too eager and almost as if without a moment's hesitation
But I'll stop because I don't know if staking my claim on you
Is a bit too primal for the 21st century
I almost say your name
Do I want to be that girl?
Who without an ounce of shame assumes the better
That what she holds is hers to own
I decide I do
I decide you are the most favourite thing that is mine
I decide you
Are mine
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