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Mar 2022
Afar within
I spread my legs
Right high the walls with a low chest amidst the twists of the corner
Catching the breathe of careless whispers

I am on heights of finding myself in the depth of sinking beneath what I ought to become
Starring at edge of darkness blinking for a sight of light

So I sweat the dirt of my hustle
Coughing and choking on my dreams
Holding to my heads-up of what needs not to done
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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