it felt off-colour from the start

somehow cold sad and needy

I was on my emotional uppers

long-time alone and seedy

bad things can happen at night

the dark covers a litany of pain

out there lurk glib wrong-doers

from stalkers to the sons of Cain

lured by your knowing eyes

I should have known better

rain was falling like stair-rods

my feet were getting wet...

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