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Teeth for people who **** an animal for its sound. Teeth for two boys fighting over the color red. Teeth for my piano playing sister agonizing over the childhood of my last life. Teeth for my mother and teeth in the cigarette box of an unshaken priest. Teeth in the bread, teeth in the blood. In the meal that keeps me on earth. Teeth. A tooth. A baby. Oldest thing that we hold.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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