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Mar 2015
she saw it come
And she let it go
she let it be
And then said to I;
I wish not to hurt thee.

she saw me down
Passed closer to I
posed for a moment
And walked passed me.

wished me the best
And pushed on
like nothing had happened.
Shalom, never to be found
my hands over my feet
my feet under the ground
my life under a spell
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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