Dental Impression
Skinning on the grass, not to stain the tile
Let the blood, the air is still
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Comfort for the broken. Final days of fall
Gathering, the sleepless file by the tracks
Why they learned to skirt every chore
To be out, days are styled short
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Salivating master, circling the wall
Buried by the slowing time, after dark
But we still replace every tooth
Until the wax starts to crack
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Firing the broken, severing the tie
Shift the weight to hollow steps kept in line
How can I do for you?