Granger Stranger Danger Manger Ranger


Promises of a good time
Make my blood burn
As his words ignite the ashes
Of a burnt out flame
From long ago.
Crooked fingers and
Smiles beckon from shadowy 
Eyes still gleaming with venom 
Watching my light footsteps
Tap toward the van.


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