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Jun 2022
Hi Me

I forget to tell you the other day when we met as I always forget to tell you daily how much the much I may less forget to remember me

I couldn’t have much but stuck to you all journey long. I am flooded with pride and dancing with aces high above  for I am proud of you never ever giving up on me, on you, on us the we the once the formerly birthed the grown and now the aged me

Cheers to smiling to your falls and getting up to cry while walking for there is no time to rest, the endless promise you gave me to betterment the joy of gazetting diners with kings while the past laid us me to the floor lay like a dogy man helpless with life sobbing with sorrow of stinking poverty that caused the burning bush

I was right to crush on me for see how this distance is the closest to us. Oh remind me of the Calvary we have oh herdsman undergone and the hell to resurrection. The burial of disappointment and stir of winning scratching from scratch to diving in deep glory

Give me another cheers for I will never find another like me body and soul. Another look alike to suffer with me to not eternity rather to forge life and make life count. My shyness walks in your shadow as I prey on prayer and dive in blessings. Blessings unseen untold, unmeasured, untouched like a naked weapon slicing my enemies to guilty of I wish, the wishes the witches flew and miserably vanished

Hi me, that cried like a zombie but lived as man. A man of a boy, the little stranger me that met me and taught me to hunt the giant in me so can stand mountains and swim across oceans
The sliding from trials and stagger of jubilation

Hi me that no one knows the story of underneath you have come but sunbath my success for it shines all round. In the corridor of earth, struggle we have crawled, non shall stop our heavenly earth glory from scrap to mansion hearts and star face for it’s the rise of our scars to an art of beauty

I so remind me, dance the night off we won the day the lines between mind is circled with thoughts squared. Hi me getting high on heights of whisky and shaking my bottom to lullabies and singing never bye to me until I meet me again my love me and I your beloved future at the temple of unfounded heroes
#herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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