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My teeth are getting crooked

My teeth are getting crooked
they are much too sweet.
Probably from
all the chocolate I eat.

My crooked teeth miss
you and your delicious words
that,
my crooked teeth
and my skin absorbed.

But now I don't taste it
my crooked teeth turn'd sour.
Lick my lips, I'm searching
for the hour. When
that baby boy was mine.
And he sang a lullaby
Oh crooner, sing a lullaby.
Lull me to sleep
so I won't notice when,
dawn creeps you
good-bye.





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lapisleaves This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 11:03 pm
I quite like this. It's different, and I like that you incorporated taste in place of where I thought I would find old age. Wonderfully intruiging.
 
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