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Memories of a lover on a California evening. |
| that day it sang and was ours no one bathing in the miles of saltwater elsewhere even knew but they were tresspassing i remember holding your head in my lap tracing your eyes in little circles with my finger as you lay in arrest of innocence that final time. and it seems such a shame that it went unwitnessed but i doubt they'd believe if they were told i remember that evening by the sea and hearing her sing for us. i remember the song, which i have sworn not to repeat, and i could never betray She who gave us that depth of her love. i told you i would be back when i left you in the sand and though you may not see my face i did not lie. i am there often. |