My third eye sees my fourth eye.
My third eye sees sex, drugs, and violence tonight.
My third eye sees Turja getting sick tonight.
My third eye sees one hand clapping.
My third eye sees a mango in an apple tree.
My third eye sees the spices that make my eyes water.
My third eye sees roots with leaves.
My third eye sees seas of my I’s.
My third eye sees the bottom of the sea.
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