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Jun 2018
I come to your camouflage
In your pretence I coexist
As you see through my chest
I see through your smile.
You want me thou you don't
Am yours off your knowledge
We meet in my dreams
You live in my thoughts
You dine in my feelings.

You come close but far aside
Tend to laugh to the ends of blushing
I could whistle your name in capitals
The much as dancing to your heart beat

I rest in your sight
See me through my veins
Call to my attention
My cold blood against your warm
I tip toe while I watch you
Walk chest high like a modeling cook
Slice those moves meet me up
Our favorite spot I call heavens
A place you and I met but you've never reached
My dwelling place of touch
You run there whole day
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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