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Mar 2020
When I had to walk your path, I was a ransom of kindness seated ๐Ÿช‘ on a throne of thorns.
I am not a savior but a survivor .
The cumbersomeness of the voyage although I canโ€™t commence de novo.
The spirit awaits on the other-side the crossed bridges ๐ŸŒ‰.
I lament about life, I am a great seed to any country man.
An Archaic many strive for, the fortune ๐Ÿ”ฎ in hoard.
#herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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