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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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Re: Heh
Date: 2012-06-16 09:05 pm (UTC)...I mean. That's why I'm here. I think. So I won't do anything.
Sounds like something Ratched would come up with.
[he pulls a face; it isn't really her name, but it's appropriate enough.]
I only ever got caught watching girls anyway. I never touched 'em or anything.
[there's a kind of earnestness there, a desperate admission that couldn't be anything but honesty. They put him in the system early on in this version, he never got the chance to go any further. If she watches and listens she can probably notice the teeth grinding; he's nervous.]