Date: 2012-06-18 02:44 am (UTC)
some_kinda_hero: (Distressed)
[Inwardly, she groans. Outwardly, she sighs.]

You think? You can ask, you know. If you want...

[a babysitter, a guide, company. She doesn't pick a word, though.]
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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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