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sweet tooth jesus (baby teeth as milk teeth as) god was(a/way) a galaxy an open mouth in a blackmail polaroid and we were just kids in a candy store the wrong place at the wrong time to simplify they call it america to simplify we were stars our backs to the wall of a shroud of a flag and the cold wind was a faceless firing squad (the last cigarette released chemicals that fired synapses fireworks seen from outside of a war inside and we had time to think things could be sweeter)