i miss teeth
lonely, biting frost scarves and swollen red necks
frosted apples cheeks
the north, history
walking on cobble and money
drinking for importance

i carve teeth in my arms
bitten and rip torn raw heat
pools on the tip of hairs
blanketing false safety

i need the importance
life is lived in the insignificant 
give me nothing except teeth
i love the feeling of being numb

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