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Sep 2021
Wonder why I’m blue
Wonder why I’m chilling
Your hands are cold, though they are tanned
I’d warm them up, but they’re still numb
How I wish, I can always carry them with me
But, time-to-time your hands get heavy
It’s just you, and how you act naturally
How I wish, I wasn’t this overly sensitive
How I wish I can always lift you up
But you know that wouldn’t work
And I couldn’t change that
Until forever
Tita Halaman
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Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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