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May 2014
With these wretched wounds unhealed
I find no point to mend the time
Things will never work out
For this is the way I am
Just a creature trying to love
Trying to fight his way to the top
Thus nothing seems to be satisfying
The taste of the love that I lust for, is bound by this forbidden yet mistaken love
Michael Sorley
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Michael Sorley  Rancho Cucamonga
(Rancho Cucamonga)   
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