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Mar 2015
you shaved away my knowledge
And crowned me with ignorance
Am running bold
like a hyper dog crossing the road
your ways are like revenge
you like by hurting
it's your pleasure to see misery
I speak no more with commas
for am a slave of reality
you turned me into your pillow
and your weight stands a burden
my tongue may mop your floor
But your satisfaction is never absolute
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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