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Powder grinding mouthfull Pull the day from the
nocturn Sonimloquist is the nightmare's song "In
the multiplied objects of the external world I had
no thoughts but for the teeth... And of Berenice,
I more seriously believed that All her teeth were
Thoughts.. The white and ghastly spectrum of the
teeth... Meditations were never pleasurable... The
phantasma of the teeth maintained Its terrible
ascendency" (Poe) Lock into bitten dreams
perfectionist Break like a child's mouth