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Jun 2015
My world is covered by grief
Many surround me for love
Though in them
Streams of poison flows
They walk by my side
And stab my absence with words.

They smile over paper and bottles
Watching for my collapse
Shining in my memories
A blend of illness to my soul
They stand tall and forgetful
Cut the tree that feeds them
When I fall they shall follow me
When I rise the flow is theirs
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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