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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