He was a Pacific island.
His face was like Mt Vea’a with ulaa’s crawling down his face with baa’s snapping things.
His forehead was like Apia having tsunami’s and cyclones with cars crashing into each other.
His eyes were like seals, slippery slimey and sticky with muscles stuck on them.
His tears were like the raindrops and puddles that the people play in.
He was a Pacific island.
By Lea
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