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Apr 2023
My love is priced
Overly and above
I fell for it with possibilities now i cant afford it

Were there signs i didnt read
When she smiled and i tumbled
I must have fallen so hard
Never to get up

It has cost me friends and money that have no price
And i am cast out of my dream to love
And so i can go for less the dream at the price i can afford
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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