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Jul 2021
The last time I looked into her eyes, she grew goose bumps

She lay her eyes on mine and breathed less close to an under water swim

Her smile was faded as her hand reached out to me, it all smelt like agony. A drowning sky diver seeking my rescue

Kiss me her lips said with a faint voice of tense, I was far from her than close to myself

As I approached to heal her glimpse her mate arrived too only to change to night shades as she had already succumbed to my hug. He looked at me and her face froze with terror. Her ticket had expired at once, and the dream travel cancelled.

Once they walked away, her eyes cried in a loud voice of help though I couldn’t rescue a bone from a dogs mouth. Before I blinked the curtain was half flagged and the memory was more painful than the reality could have
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
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