HAT COWS
does the eyeball fall in its purr of bump a silent sound
the word stomach of its socket?
what a camper
the baby which means won't
the baby cares
stomach the song
nagasaki in christ's not winter
the wolf hums
king woman, am i your kind?
where i'm at
baked to me, i want it realistically
who's its baby
of many waters
who is australia
i wont say as for a branch
im tinkerbell
havana doesnt move her
cook with a chair
show havana the sea
your eyeball falls out and u walk in your violated war
i'm the woman who beheads and bakes your name
this is a newspaper
permit juicy reality
rabbit baby, the word is not your beatch
morning is a process of war
i daydream while i'm baking u
bundles of eons eke, i can't run
the love is super active
i'm not an eye
osmatic deaning the pancake
i'm transport
i have the hasty truth
my chair is a christian situation
like the cow of music
i have scurvy love
it sticks to me
your head landlord points to a star
it's a necessity
something something takes me there
donna kuhn 2006
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