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Nov 2018
Come by, fetch your dreams.
I lost my sight seeking redress
how i met reality from despair
the naked sigh from the west.
High five my feet
They have moved from the past to your zone.
I could drink to remember more of the tomorrow.

My favorite brown belt worn
For the sake of my dark skin seeking originality,
I say go by and stay to my wish of myth
Like the blinded thoughts i had for you
The tested blood of your royalty
I call back, to age after age
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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