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Nov 2014
Your fair smile
Shuts the sun and creates
Artificial light in me
Love so young but
Growing intimately time
After time with joy

The sparkle in your eyes
My body is nourished with
Your tears from your sailing eyes
You gave liberty to my heart
And the beats it makes
Is the much I miss you

Who am I
Not to sing Hallelujah
The Angelic gift I posses
Half a litre a heavenly being
Am even with the saints
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
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