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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
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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Date: 2012-05-03 02:20 am (UTC)[He frowns, because "anybody" never translates to anybody good, but he lets her lead him where she wants. She's good people. He sits down when they get there, tries to keep still but with everything going on he can't, so he just shifts restlessly every so often.]
Nothing. Not really. I just...
[His skull's screwed on too tight, there's too much in there, there's no room in his own head for him and it used to all fit but he can't make it anymore, but there's no words for that, nothing to say that makes it sound like anything less than a big deal. Instead he just shrugs, tries not to think about...anything, really.]
The flood was kind of fucked up. I just need something, okay? I'm not...it's not like I'm gonna do anything bad with it. Just this one time. I promise.