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Jan 2016
Who is near to hold me
Any that may be concerned
Am sinking in a heart i dont belong
Taken by a nother but open to me
Dreams go missing every night
Even though i bare a great bed
Thoughts of fear had intruded my thinking
Fear of loosing what i havenot.
Little it looks though taken my attention
The shortest distance but hard to travel
When night falls i stand far from my bed
Afraid to meet the same thoughts about her
Engraved my liberty to rest seating on my courage
Am under an umbrella of a stagnant life.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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