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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: 2011-10-14 02:02 am (UTC)[Pause, pause, and he fidgets as the conversation lags before finally bursting out with:]
...So you didn't mean what you said.
[No context, no explanation; he seems to expect her to find it on her own, to just instinctively know what he means. He sounds almost...relieved about it though, not annoyed or frustrated like how the words usually come out. And why shouldn't he? She had said she wouldn't hang out with him alone anymore, and yet here she is, she'd come as soon as she could.]