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Jan 2023
Sure she’ll lose what she won’t take care of
She lost one, she lost two
Remorse, regret: She captured, she caught

Hence parties now aren’t just for celebrating
She’d blowout grief, she’d pop some tears
Here, she sings, she drinks, she dances
To forget...
A poem for a painting
Tita Halaman
Written by
Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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   Eugene Osowski
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