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Nov 2020
I thought, there’s death
at the park, on the pavement
where we walked straight

I thought, there’s death
under street lights, under buildings
for I never met
for I never knew
silence
until
it sang to me
without volumes
and it’s crazy
it’s pretty
such a sad lovely day with a cat lady
Tita Halaman
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Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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