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Feb 2012
I see her in the fog

I see her under the moon spelled light

she doesn't know that we have been spellbound by the devil

I could be the one



She takes thy hand

as we walk through the winters plague

beneath the howling stars

this will be our blasphemy



She turns to me and says

"In death embrace tell me I'm not alone"

I turn to her and say

"You shall not be alone"
Michael Sorley
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Michael Sorley  Rancho Cucamonga
(Rancho Cucamonga)   
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