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Jul 2016
I arrived with purpose
In the irony of no smiles
My captured soul had been traded
For the one and only
The love for purity.
Calling impatience an obstacle
My presence signified readiness,
In the tumour of absolute courage
No weapons admitted for transquility
Mastered for ability while peeping for stability
Standing in reality amidst probability
In a calamity of visibility far the sight of vayage in plan
Farewell to my beloved losses, one knee bow to star of focus.
Nay i see the darkness as naked as smoke hole
Trapping souls of beloved hanging nominees of betterness.
I stay besides their lies
But in love of the unseen solidality
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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