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It used to mean that something belonged to me.
That I wanted something in my friend's hand.

'Oh, you want this last scoop of ice-cream?'
'Mine, mine, mine.'

It was just a little four letter word, then.
A word that we use flippantly since birth.

'Mine, you are mine. You are mine. You. Are. Mine'
'Yours'

It wasn't spoken against my girlfriends neck,
It wasn't a promise gasped out when we remembered to breathe.

Mine.

It was just a word.
Just a four letter word we all used.

'Whose bag is this?'
'It is- It belongs to me.'

No one else chokes on the word.
Remembers it with a twist of the gut.

Because no one else said they were mine.
No one else lied.

'Mine. Mine. Yours. Mine.'
'Yours. Yours. Mine. Yours.'