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Jul 2015
The time I was gone
Far from it's reach
No more smiles to me
No possibility of return.

I can never see the people wave to me
See not the sunset
Far from freedom
Far from peace.

Warmed with Cains
Woken by bells
Shouts of guards
Handicapped in and out
Brightly darkened future
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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