The Tooth, the Whole Tooth, and Nothing but the Tooth
It’s when I go to visit my dentist that I feel myself living in my bones, that there is a soul looking from behind these eyes unable to see what my face looks like. “If I truly want to see my face. Why not look in the mirror?” The question thirsts. Parched from all the doubts that I hold onto like the unwanted gifts I keep in my closet which I recycle as wrapped headaches for someone to receive…
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