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Sep 2021
Maybe then I’ll meet
My secret weeper, in public places
My yesterday’s plea, my shade of blue
Yet, I can never look her in the eye
Jump high instead, would I?
Leap over, overcome
So I can laugh, like it’s no harm done
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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   Inkdrop and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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