I used to dream about them falling out
Spitting white chips onto the table
Like throwing down a bet on the cards of my future
I am pulling my teeth
the growing pile in my palm
trying to prevent myself from growing crooked
and letting the inner twisting reveal itself.
I hope someone notices the enamel clinking to my bathroom floor
before my chest caves in and I starve
Unable to naw my way out of this mess.
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