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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: 2011-09-30 12:55 am (UTC)As she walked he followed, trailing after her like a lost puppy attaching itself to the nearest moving object. Even when her attention diverted to this or that, his didn't; it wasn't as if he were here for any other reason, after all.]
Nah, I...don't really do that, it always seems like a lotta work. And boring. I'd rather watch cartoons. No, um. I'm actually here to see you. Like I said earlier. [He seemed a little confused as to why she was asking his reason for being here; it wasn't as if he'd been vague about it before.]