After midnight. Drunk.
Too young for the clubs,
I was hanging near the enterance
to Piedmont Park. A Silhouette
stepped out of the shadows,
bummed a smoke, asked me to follow
into the woods. I ignored him
as a group of kids, my age,
came strolling down the street.
The man was whispering
Come on, let's go.
He stared to ease back
the way one might
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