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When this world’s mess is mine When i’m eaten alive by my mind When it felt like quicksand You’ll find my elbows bent Palms up, hands raised Standing, in a nearby church Singing, “Ama Namin” And I’ll live again...

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TitaHalaman

26 / F / Manila, PH

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Written by

TitaHalaman

26 / F / Manila, PH

Published

Jan 15, 2023

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Notes: A poem for a painting

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