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Dec 2016
Its me between you against me in you, to  your holding tight in sighment let the stars watch us and the moon glow away.
Am past the front of you deep in the oracle for your heart
Be not breathless am taking you with me.
Say it to my ears let me know you need my stay, then strongly I will hit the york of thy temple.
Let me rest within my found home, here I work for ages to mine. I dine on flesh straight up in hours, the willows & billows of the kind music
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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