You stood on the verge of a pier
Lulled by the howling of the sea
Solemnly staring at the water
a flash glimmers amongst the creases of the waves
A faint shadow
You squint and the outlines became distinct
Gradually forming a picturesque of a man
riddled with discontent
Stop making that face
Broken capillaries on your sniffer
The yellowing of the skin
Could have saved the girl
You kept saying to yourself
You crawled back inside the bottle
To drown your regrets in cheap booze
The bulge on your jacket gets heavier
The big iron started making sense
Odd
A clap of thunder breaks the silence of the night
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