Brighton didn't care about me she just stole my wallet and my phone.
I remember dressing a bumpy shoreline years ago, when surfers and tides aligned my hope.
Where did it go? I remember the route way but it wearies me now.
In the eighties, optimistic smoking and a case of greek wine blurred the problem, today it won't hide, ok close all tabs and get out of bed.
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