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Silence off shore,
another calm night.
Waves caress the beach,
moon shines down bright.

Stars glow and gleam,
down on the beach.
Sky black as coal,
as the waves continue to roll.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Sand slowly squeezes,
in between my toes,
as I follow the shoreline,
where ever it goes.

Seagulls screech a song,
of storms long ago.
Stories so aged and old,
only peg-legged sailors know 'em.

Just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Lighthouse in the distances,
shining strong and bright.
Washes crash into the rocks,
colliding as they fight.

There's sea salt in the air,
in my mouth and my hair.
Sand is everywhere,
but I don't even care.

It's just another night,
out on the coast.
Just another night,
at the place I love the most.

Just another night,
just another night,
out on the coast.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
anyone who says they
drink for the taste is
a *******
liar
because if I let a demon
take a **** in my mouth
in exchange for forgetting
my aching blood on the
floor
I’d say I drink for the taste too.

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