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Jun 2020
To be here
Firm, steady, not moving
To be here from where you planted me
Hoping, waiting for water
I might slowly dry, i might slowly die
Yet to be here for now’s the only way
Stakes are high, but i’d still say
To be here, come what may
Tita Halaman
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Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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