The four corners inside my mouth burn
like someone took a hot fork and jabbed it in my mouth
causing an unbearable throbbing within.
I look in the mirror with my mouth open wide
and see the white mounds trying to escape from under the surface.
I curse them repeatitivly as tears come to my eyes,
No more candy or hard-shelled tacos
chips or callimarie
for the pain hurts too much
But i will be the one who laughs last
for I have the upper hand.
One phone call to Dr. Dave
will end the white mounds' reign.
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