Cosmetic Dentistry
My signal
is made with my mouth
where I eat
and where I kiss.
I say yes around my lips,
biologically I may
suck in or
disembogue here.
My smile is
the main
face of my yes,
eight teeth
I keep fresh and
well shaped.
My smile is
more important than
my soul.
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