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Apr 2021
One stage, time may thought it halted
Skipped the beat, missed the pocket
Cut the groove, tried to reset
Sat and stood, yet will never forget
The love it poured, behind these wires
In every word, in every line
Who sees, who saw? both sides can rhyme
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman
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Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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