Teeth.

Everybody's love seems to have a song.
Something that they both hum to each other,
Both enjoy, you know?
But something interesting I've realized in this past hour
A plug that's finally connected to my hub of a brain circut.
It's the simple truth that
I have no song.
And how that relates to teeth, I don't know. Mouths? Vampires? Whatever.

if paper had a face
would it smile or feel the same way
that you do when you've been replaced
by a machine or computer we make.