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Apr 2015
She looked on with sorrow
With her deep brown eyes
Appearing so emotional
While acting contented
Her face showed imperious expressions
But she controlled her movements
As she modelled past me.
My scent had poisoned many souls
She contained it hurtfully
I stabbed her thoughts daily
As she frooze my eyes
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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