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Dec 2020
never did I bloom
stirred by a fork,
stirred by a spoon;
swirled by the laws,
mixed by the tunes
Yet,
my eyes, they made them to watch
My soul, they made them to aim
to win the game,
to never blame,
to never be like them
A poem for a small painting
Tita Halaman
Written by
Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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