Under the pier. 

Sleeping off the nights lost amongst 

the man of war the tangled wreck

and seaweed wreathed hair

Throwing concepts of guilt to the waves 

For a life of pleasure.

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under the piers  painted lady’s smile 

that breaks the bad weather.

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With a smile the sunshine hesitates 

On the rivets of sunken black comedy 

barres exposing days lost to surfing 

Out to low tide watermarked by authorities 

Stamping authenticity on Opiated dreams.

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Under piers painted ladys smile 

that breaks the bad weather. 

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