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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: 2011-10-29 07:29 pm (UTC)[He'll accept that, it's really as good an explanation as any.
By the time they get back to the room and inside it he's pretty much back to "normal". He drops his things, a couple changes of clothes, a couple issues of "X-Men", his retainer in its bright yellow case, leaves them on the nearest table-like surface he can find, and looks her way, as if in need of direction now that he's got things relatively sorted out.]