to say my bark is worse than my bite would be a lie
i have bitten into your hirsute chest early in the morn
back when the dark hid my white teeth but made them
seem whiter despite - you hours later feeling a chest pain
found my mark half-moon half-moons perfect bite
my perfect fit blue next was you your upper arm
closest to my mouth at the time i remember you were
caught in mid sentence i doubt that you knew that then
blame my father he let me bite his hand that fed me
as often and as hard as i liked i still understand why
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