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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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priiiiivate - ikr? :/
Date: 2011-08-24 08:04 pm (UTC)[He turns to look at the bed, and then back at the screen, like that's somehow going to make the fact less evident.]
Fuck. Um. Hang on.
[Please hold while he slides it under the pillow. There. Now you can't see it.]
Thanks for telling me.
[Because apparently as long as you can't see it the one who KNOWS it's there already won't come to take it back.]