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We met while the wild tides rose and salty spray deliciously descended.

We laughed, we lived, and we loved, until that one night ended.

Please read to me just one more time.

Let ME hear your voice make up another rhyme.



We wrote our poems with hands that steal.

From minds that can only hope too feel.

Here by the fragrant ocean terror filled night.

All the air is a rush with the wind and crashes of Atlantic impolite.