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Bad Things Happen At Night
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...
Thursday 20th August 2020 10:43 am
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