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Wisdom Teeth
Get out of mouth now.
This is not yours.
You keep prodding at my gums, don't you get it?
They're sensitive.
I don't floss.
I can see you past the surgical mask, behind the goggles that you keep foggy with a steam of egotistical pomposity.
You're framed by a white room, white clothes, white breaths, because everything inside of that is dirty.
A living cavi...
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:20 pm
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