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Electronic sunsets and
atomspheric pressure. Forces, upon reflections of our virtual reality. We were two invisible pulses coursing through the fiber optic veins of this computerized, long distance relationship. Micro-chips and Intel inside can not turn my feelings into naught. Can not turn me away from your loving heart. Electronic sunsets and printer friendly emails, will never change the fact that we need to be together...forever.
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