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So your teeth are mine

Wash the garments from gore
impressed with human nails
Thrilling distinct whispers
"The physician's box"

Your ivory pieces in my box
a gift from disfigured enshrouded
From your parted, thin and shrunken lips
pieces of beauty I've encountered

Your lustreless pupil-less eyes
glassy stare invites to your smile

After your drastic change they’re all mine
as you no longer need teeth
Interred at the closing in of the night, still
palpitate as I get them

Palpitate

Sudden epilepsy that helps me find
what bride enwombed behind sane and alive
Maladies at hand guide me to
the vigor to get treasures so hidden inside

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