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May 2016
My smiles are constantly full
My teeth turn into marshmallows and the sun hits so hard they melt and gush down my chin and drip to the pavement
And when my teeth are gone the rusty sockets soak in blood and I. Keep. Smiling.

Smiling so much makes my hair stand on end and my muscles twitch and I taste the sour in the back of my throat
I can't stand authority.
Written by
Marly  the crawlspace
(the crawlspace)   
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