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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: 2012-05-08 02:39 am (UTC)[He trusts her. Everything else aside, his own reluctance, instinctive distrust of everything aseptic and painted white...He trusts her. Trusts that she won't steer him wrong, that she'll do the right thing. That her advice is intended to help, not hurt, and if she says this will make this whole...THING easier, he'll take it for what it is.
Even if he doesn't want to.]