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Feb 2012
I stand here looking at the moon

As it's cover by the gray clouds

The cold frosted wind touches my face

I shed a tear



The feeling of being warm inside no loner exist

Without her to make me feel that way

The violet light form the moon shines down

I see that I'm not alone



I see her standing there

Looking lost and depressed

I walk up to her and grab her hand

Her hand was cold to the touch



We walk in the thick grey frog

We embrace this forbidden love

As we know it was along awaited love
Michael Sorley
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Michael Sorley  Rancho Cucamonga
(Rancho Cucamonga)   
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