One tooth has been taken out of my mouth. A big, ugly, and dirty tooth on the surface of which the irremovable yellow-brownish stains from long-period smoking, chewing, and tooth-decaying encircle.
A miniature of my life already passing by. Rugged. Badly curved. Deeply holed. Far from being lovable.
Monday, May 30, 2005
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