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May 1
In my dream I visit her everyday
She is the closest to my heart than in reality
She is my all as I am nothing to her
For I throw a tear for her once but she chuckles over my laments for her

Should I wait soon for her mind to change or have a mind change to have another
Hey tomorrow is Hope coming my way or least I go hunt for new luck

My heart is slain with a focused mind
I can never have it all though I have myself
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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