Incurable Disease

In her desperate eyes
I thought
I saw a desire
So
I showed my teeth.

She fled.

I thought
She was scared of
My teeth,
But
She was scared of
Her own passionate teeth?

She is terminally ill.
I am terminally ill too.

But we haven’t committed sin.
There is a hope for
Both of our teeth.

What hope?

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