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Jul 2015
Seated here in a dark room
Like a bride turned down by the groom

I'm here conjured in my imagination
Trying to figure out what is or what will
Be, but still it doesn't answer every question
I don't know what your heart needs to heal

I'm here by my PC typing on my phone
Because It's new and it'll take time to learn
While my mind is taking on a new form
Dripping sweat looking for the best words it can

Call it speech that will seep in through the cracks
And touch every painful spot wounded by your past
Listening to Lana Del Rey hoping to find the words in her tracks
Some kind of soothing spell I can cast

I'm here imagining holding you close to my heart
Here thinking that one day you'll learn your sad is mine
Here sharing your pain even though I can't trace your cut
I'm here in darkness and missing you my shine
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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