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Apr 2021
What would we be?
If only we’ll forget
Limits, we used to set
Limits, the mind coined threat
A win or die trying
I’d lift my body soaring
For I and I, who made myself suffer
Would fly one day, steering together
My tears, my sweat as a dreamer
Tastes like water, feeds my brain
Eyes on the prize, numb on the pain
How wild, how mad, life’s truly a game
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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