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Mar 2015
I still miss you for real
Can't measure how much,
I have to go on like this
Old times seem like minutes away.

The chance I get ; to the doctor
I want him to erase it all
Not even asingle memory left
if possible reboot my brain.

But when I think of you
it bears joy to thy soul
Much as its a Calvary to me.

But again it makes me sad
That you're not far
And not reachable.
Not with me and not within
Across my heart
Above my thoughts.

I rendered your position vacant
No competitor has stood successful
In the manner of duty.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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