My teeth are rotting out, so goes the dream,
and falling from my mouth, a common trope.
I ask them what it means. And Borges says,
the horror isn't what I think it seems,
We are not really threatened by the Sphinx,
We dream a Sphinx to calcify the threat.
So I'm afraid my teeth are falling out
the way they did when i was just a child
because I'm growing up, but this time, scared
a brand-new set of teeth won't re-emerge,
and falling from my mouth, a common trope.
I ask them what it means. And Borges says,
the horror isn't what I think it seems,
We are not really threatened by the Sphinx,
We dream a Sphinx to calcify the threat.
So I'm afraid my teeth are falling out
the way they did when i was just a child
because I'm growing up, but this time, scared
a brand-new set of teeth won't re-emerge,
and i'll be forced to wonder without hope.
I fear my changes aren't part of life,
and follow other bleaker rearranging,
though Butler tells me change is God, and changing.
other bleaker rearranging <3
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