You pick and probe again
With little regard for my size
As you drill away at my being
I wonder if you realize,
While picking away at decay
The effect you have on me
Shaping, forming as you work
With precision diligently.
You see it as transformation
While I call it attack
I guess it's all in perception
From the angle you're looking at.
When all is said and done
A smile shows in the end
When a tooth speaks of you
It could call you a friend.

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