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Oct 2014
That time when my eyes
Are restless
My tongue keeps
rolling and saliva flowing
Down my gut

I am so dead
Living at the expense of
Sincerity
The great looks tear
down my ego
I choose to sponsor
The moment to avoid
Splitting into anxiety
I can't stay any longer
For I have a belonging
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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