Date: 2011-10-27 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notafuckingnut.livejournal.com
[Another glance down, and some rustling noises as he roots around in his pockets. After a moment the gloom and grey brightens into a view of the room and a puzzled Richie, although there might be fingers obstructing the screen in places. Ah. Relief at the fact that it might not be more Barge weirdness.]

...Hello?

[And then, to Lua]

I hate when it does that.
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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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