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Apr 2015
Am allergic to certain things
But this one has won me over
Without detesting
Am flagged in
Though not appreciate am count at the corner.

This time my head buzzed
My heart was on its knees
Begging for her Hello.
I would smile for the rest of my day
Warmth gutted me as she drew closer
Whispering my wish of 'Hello'.
I stood up straight like I had been offered a job
She needed directions
While I smelt her colon
It went straight and blocked my nostrils.

Her shades blocked my sight for her eyes
And I kept restless
Glancing at her styles hair to nails
Finally she smiled thank you
And I smiled please come again
It's not that I loved her,
I was drifted by her sense of conduct
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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