I'm waiting for the destruction

Of a million smiling faces.

Waiting so I can finally smile myself.

I hate everyones gaping holes

Bearing whites so flossed and buffed

My own

Stained yellow

From carelessness

Worn and torn with bites

Taken out of turn

The negative enamel

Almost atmospheric in some ways

Full of holes

When all the perfect sets are dust

Then will mine become the best

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