YOUR EYES USED TO RUB THE CORK TREE
fall out, he's out
there is not an eye in me
your eyes are these crows
they have been partitioned
your eyes used to rub the cork tree
electrolicious solidity
your eye has more bounce
eye loss makes him brazilian and tired
my eyes fell up
it rains eyes
swim, u bastard, in its silence
cork eyes that u pierced in my morning
can't take the eye, used eye
excessively, my silver eye
a cup of wind in your morning eye
passionate believe hole
i am dating your eye
eyes i know in
eye of loss
look at u
half of my other body is taped
smoking tears
donna kuhn 2006
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