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Date: 2012-03-27 03:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cannibalmind
Good for you. [He twitches slightly and glances at the wall. Then shakes his head.] I am not.

The truth is that you're about the one man imprisoned here who has the slightest chance of understanding how I feel. [A sudden stab of the pencil toward the Will sketch's face.]
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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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