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John Puhiatau Puleonline works |
Mo e in this heart a swollen head to sanction all your touches faraway so faraway it does not seem right for you to be so far away full of trees, your mouth full of trees slipping and sliding sliding & slipping time time to know you wanting to wake up but a bird fell out of my head to please you I must keep going. Look for a festival. This world is getting sadder. No matter how much I wanted to stay. Goodbye.
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