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Nov 2021
I know I love it
Though I can’t have it all
It’s yours to hold mine to see
Cling on if you can’t climb over

Can’t feel it or so
But your eyes gave it to me
I sub rent it in my mind with no rights to it
And I dream to per-sue it over walls to trample

I ain’t a victor if I ain’t got this
Neither am I a loser if it fails me
If only it was mutual,
Birds would nurse a horse and I would fly to ride
Walls beneath the touch hearts above the feel
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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