another poem about teeth and how you screwed me over.
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when our faces were close and our mouths still
clumsy
your broken tooth always reminded me that I was
alive.
and now I hear you are getting your front-right-
tooth filled in because
the chip is getting to be too much for you to handle
and
you're 'so tired' of explaining how it got there.
what does that make me?
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CheyCheyMurano
11 years ago
I really, really like this. It isn't like a lot of poems you usually read. It's different. I think it works really well, and tells a story. Nicely done.
Prologue of the Sky
11 years ago
That was amazing. My favorite part is the last line. It just tied it all for me. Hook, line, and sinker. Keep it up!