My words are not like the broken brown eyes
But they were almost dead,
before borning,
before wedd.
My words are not like the broken brown eyes
but your look would be like stormy
protesting in bed.
My words are not like nothing
even me
even revese to ahead,
if you don`t know about me
It`s not to know
I`am a person who will die
when your eyes were been epidemic,
when our view would be red.
My words are not like a
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