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Feb 2016
can't sleep
they just weep
tearless,cause of stings
from those many good things
that slipped outta my grip
they still want to hear
my phone beep
for they saw me in the deep
they saw the amber of your lip
and how we hiked all the steep
cliff,tiring clip after clip
they bite and nip
with a beautiful image
of you they keep
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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   RH 78, SPT and Vanessa Gatley
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