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Jun 2015
They never go far, no they don't
roaming besides us, to our company
Fresh are their scents
Their deeds through family
They do sound in the wind
Some even couple
Some stand dangerous, sickness
No they wont take you, courage
When the day falls, night
Presence felt
The blowing winds
The cold scary nightmares
All circled in dreams
In us the live, our thoughts
When we say a prayer
in our crying memories
Wishing they were back
To the journey we undertake
They went undressed
Can't be touched or talked to
Shall they return? We shall meet them
let the days go, we too shall go
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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