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where you have beenA Poem by highonwordsthe twenty-five hours in line five is intentional |
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under the purest skyA Poem by highonwords |
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no words to sayA Poem by highonwords |
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midnight mourningsA Poem by highonwords |
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my father's handsA Poem by highonwordsthe 'pili ' nut is a delicacy in my hometown |
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girlA Poem by highonwords |
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wallflowerA Poem by highonwords |
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the old and the newA Poem by highonwords |
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free fallingA Poem by highonwordsi miss writing but there is nothing to say so here goes nothing |
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we do not have to be lonelyA Poem by highonwords |
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