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To the boy shadowing my orthodontist

Smile freckle boy, smile
with your fresh leather belt

Did they buckle your teeth down
as they have mine a time or two?

I see through the blinding blue,
your eyes crave teeth for torture

I hear your song of metal pain
for kids much younger than me

and for me too. Your gory dream
we are strapped down to

How many kids will you
bond?
Written by 7wednesdays
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