teeth mother 
is a recurring dream and unsustainable. I feel first tooth come off, with ease. She escapes, I keep it in my mouth, looking for anything at this point because I am obviously in society. Therefore impossible to get out otherwise than feigning indifference. Then, one to one molar detach from my gums, to form a heap. It gets cumbersome, I feel the teeth brushing bumping each other in weightlessness saliva from my mouth is absolutely disagreeable, especially as a purely practical point of view I am in the chronic inability to get rid of, which therefore, troubles me greatly. The dream often ends there, and I spend my waking instinctively my tongue over my teeth porcelain, tidy, well anchored, relieved to have actually not lost any of my identity.
is a recurring dream and unsustainable. I feel first tooth come off, with ease. She escapes, I keep it in my mouth, looking for anything at this point because I am obviously in society. Therefore impossible to get out otherwise than feigning indifference. Then, one to one molar detach from my gums, to form a heap. It gets cumbersome, I feel the teeth brushing bumping each other in weightlessness saliva from my mouth is absolutely disagreeable, especially as a purely practical point of view I am in the chronic inability to get rid of, which therefore, troubles me greatly. The dream often ends there, and I spend my waking instinctively my tongue over my teeth porcelain, tidy, well anchored, relieved to have actually not lost any of my identity. 
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