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Sep 2016
I was early to bed but soonest my eyes were forced open
It was time to wee-wee,
Moving with one eye closed in my script of pausing the melting dream.
This day was rare only once it came
It obeyed to all my options as i ashered it in with hugs for 24hour plan
You make me lazy and strong
To drink and yet work, yes i love all how about to read, watch, visit; forgetting a morrow story, though by dawn it comes crawling to my bed.
A ring of reminder, list is reloaded non & accomplished.
See what you have done to me
You only come once with much joy and pain
I return for slumber to the songs of birds
Then assurance is to me that a one 24 is a terrorist and judge of my 6 tage.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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