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Apr 2015
You thought you're brave
As you drove misery to the door
The things you belittled
Shot straight between us
It now a solo race
Wounded by your actions
Save my life, never return
you bombed me deep
While I traded my all to you
You very much expected escape
From the ship you set to sink.
You're more than trauma
An acid soldier with no retreat
Am off the bait, bullets of a stabbing
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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