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Mar 2013
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?
******' teeth.
Mara Siegel
Written by
Mara Siegel  Atlanta.
(Atlanta.)   
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