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May 2014
The wind blowing side by side
As am sitted in a chair
my eyes open
widely like those of an owl

I may stop thinking about it
but can't stop imagining;
will it be possible for me,
shall I make it there;
and if I do shall I Maintain it!

I wish to take a step to my bed
and cover up for wormth
but I keep thinking that
i could miss the message

ofcourse its harder than I thought
both veiling my lack with a shadow
I see how close I am
but I realize how distant it goes

lack by both; was sent to me
but hopes keep fading in fear.
once I get hold of it
my eyes will then close not to have
any other.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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