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Dear love,

I had trouble coming up with what to say in the form of simple writing, so I decided to try a poem. 

We were side by side

driving dry through wet

snow. You leaned your head against the windowpane,

the moonlight painted your face.

The radio was on but

I don't remeber the song because

I was busy. Creating my own music as I looked 

at you. 

Love,

me