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I don’t know if you have ever imagined Your own teeth Rotting and brown like that man on the bus I know I have Every now and then my molars fall out Leaving the void I imagine That when my teeth are gone I will finally be able to whistle That I will get dentures (or maybe not) That people don’t expect too much of the toothless That people won’t expect too much of me I suppose I never asked you what exactly it was you that imagined on the grey-sky-days When my face became less interesting than the rain outside I guess it was a sign that we disagreed You know I imagine That The Toothless have a lot less difficulty falling in love Except of course for dentists
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
She who fell in love with a toothless man
I don’t know if you have ever imagined Your own teeth Rotting and brown like that man on the bus I know I have Every now and then my molars fall out Leaving the void I imagine That when my teeth are gone I will finally be able to whistle That I will get dentures (or maybe not) That people don’t expect too much of the toothless That people won’t expect too much of me I suppose I never asked you what exactly it was you that imagined on the grey-sky-days When my face became less interesting than the rain outside I guess it was a sign that we disagreed You know I imagine That The Toothless have a lot less difficulty falling in love Except of course for dentists
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katrina-b
Irish
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
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