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Jul 2014
It only mattered for a moment since i wished not
to carry such a lame idea in me
How scarly my face looked
That it caused your stomach to tumble
Granting you a day of mystery
And makes you loose your touch of romance.
Could really be that ugly that my looks
make warm food go bad, and melting ice
That i looked worse than suicide bombers
i couldnt be the reason why the sun rises late
Soon my face dropped with colorless wrinkles
By i knew a wise man always finds away

The bright one appeared
radiant as the sun
i didnt want to close my eyes to facts, to learn from
accidents.
By and by the time my calvary went to rest
strange and innocent,
spoke with eloquence
Her words got me drunk like a shot of the
favourite John Walker
She lamented as she spoke words of light
to my face,
A smile blossomed to the lips
The teeth re-jointed in happiness,
You must be a bio-chemical reaction
start brings about new life.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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