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Oct 2016
i saw your naked photo
completely out of the flame
my hands rushed for the mouth
And held there constantly
shame on your eyes for they still see
The beauty seen by accident
folded in a handicap flesh.
**** you, your thoughts are obsence and suffer from goitre
i can as an investor to your life
not to fish but hook out negativity and plant in you
sense of humour
you never grow cause your head is big
full of ideas that are lame
each leaping to the other.
Find a better life, you starve you stomach and tire your legs carrying laggage of uneven benefit
sit into humanity with consideration let your desires come from heart not head for a poor head fails to control the desire if what it sees
The salamanders feed on your strength and you thicken to loose than achieve
what do you owe against what you are owed.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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