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Jan 2023
Your spirit’s high, your tongue’s cold
My soul’s deep, my mouth’s bold
A gentle love we knew that once grew old
Floating on your waters, spinning above my road
Have you ever thought about me?
I sometimes tear up
I sometimes wonder...
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman
Written by
Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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