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Powder grinding mouthfull
Pull the day from the nocturn
Sonimloquist is the nightmare's song"
In the multiplied objects of the external world
I had no thoughts but for the teeth...
And of Berenice, I more seriously believed that
All her teeth were thoughts..
The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth...
Meditations were never pleasurable...
The phantasma of the teeth maintained
Its terrible ascendency" (
Poe)
Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist
Break like a child's mouth
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