ORTHO :/
A small switchback silver prison holds;
millions of potential scratchy white pearls.
You smile, and you release a cluster of folds.
I don't like smiling. It makes me blush. Molds
wrinkles on my eyes. And most of all it shows
the small switchback silver prison holds.
And when I was little I was told;
only the dumb frown, and the nice smile. But for me
you smile, and you release a cluster of folds.
Not white white, but yellow white. And the
doctors swear they love to play Tetris with my
small switchback silver prison holds.
And when I was born I had an extra syllable
nor did my teeth ever rhyme. No, instead
I smile, and I release a cluster of ivory rolls.
A small switchback silver prison holds;
for me: an mouth open, a laugh, an "I love you".
But smile, and release a cluster of folds.
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