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May 2016
Yes my teeth on top
That was after i saw her
I felt itchings from every beat of time
I imagined i would take her number but rather borrowed her pen
I forget to smile when we met
When i turned my face to she was gone
She moved with a beam of eyes following her
Its like she hired all men to eye her front back and side
All men were covered in drunkness of her perfume like a smoking room
Her legs were fit too high higher than my approach
i would make a point through so i went again
Closed my eyes and touched her
**** i touched a wrong woman
In her toughes almost kicked with words
I walked away naked in shame
I was angry what i eyed wasnt the best
I moved and landed into a wall
For i had lost the way
My skin went dry when a lady held me by the shoulder
Her hands too soft that she fronze my blood
The other moments i left un said for my ****** had come
She has eaten my far self in kindness
Am now lost yet seen within my eyes
Her subsequent gestures cleansed my nerves off breathe
Didnt die for i kept magnifying through her presence
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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