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Jul 2023
On the grounds of this, it’ll endlessly summon
Some worn out knees, forcefully bent to bloom
Brutally folded, to spring out crisp and sharp
Yes, yesterdays did think they killed a body
Yet, yesterdays just crushed it into tiny pretty things
No limb will truly collapse til she gets lucky
A worked out unprivileged, with her lovelier stories
A poem of a painting
Tita Halaman
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Tita Halaman  26/F/Manila, PH
(26/F/Manila, PH)   
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