bytes of her
the day we met
moving you upstairs
walks on the beach
frolicking in the waves
weekends at the beach house
skinny dipping and moonlight
cuddling on the coach
entwine in sheets
plays in the Grove
bottles of wine
dancing all night
breakfast's and boardwalks
romantic dinners
and so much laughter
color of your car
even your job
still see the tears
and feeling empty
so many bytes
not of her face
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