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Back Fire
by Emily Johnson | 27 Sep 2006, 0:00

we all need a place
to get away—
a back porch to watch
the rain fall in
a cold distant city,
a fire escape
attached to an apartment
that isn't yours

when ever we go
where ever we go
someone goes to that
from which we flee

it's sad really,
in a gentle, falling way
that we can never be
what it is
the "i"
the individual needs

you will never be
my glowing campfire
and crisp dark sky
full of stars

I will never be the
distances you travel to or
the cracks of intellect in
your mind

there was a time,
imagined
"i"
could fulfill your needs
but on that fire escape,
realized
your back porch never
wanted me to

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