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Jun 2015
She models as she wiggles
Past faces of human and thinkers
They know her my permit
For her exclusive elegance.
Never does she wear colons
She carrys my nature scent.
Her thumb moves down to encroachers
The geniuse seen by style and speech
their eyes hang in vain
And Hearts torn apart
My great representation
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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