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Jan 2017
Yesterday I was married
When the church bells rang
It was the usual Alleluia, but my heart had sunk in joy
Give me the candle I may light the rest.
And now am a prince of love.
My bride is still single, but she has married me now
She said yes, and I fell for her again
I placed a kiss to her finger, as they all clapped.
She returned to me with the man she loved
For she loved me most; but loved him more
I now don’t know that I knew
For she was slapped away by her memories
Her veil so wet and ironed in softness
Come by am yours ….i sang to quietness.
I was married to her dream at the counter
I gave her kiss to the beer, as I massaged her conscious
She hanged me through the bottle and sloped to the belly
She then went far away to the distance of my laps
I waved to her as she lay on my shoulder; and absent,
I wasn’t there at all but am here, as she says I was in
Am now gone and too far that am still here
My beards as heavy as my worries
My smile as broad as my future
I smell you come back, nearly gone afar back
Down down the streams of I will be there.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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