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I like fire.

Not necessarily for the destruction,

though that's nice,

but for the way things smell when they burn.

You can't *italics* have *italics* fun,

for she's far too independent,

and even if you could,

you could only have her for a night

twisting sheets until she's forgotten

again when the seagulls start their daily brigade.

Seagulls - they cry

liberty!

an air of mockery floating down

from the wind beneath their wings,

as you just want them to shut the fuck up 

so you can go back to forgetting fun. 

and like fun, you can't *italics* be *italics* happy

you are yourself, and she's already her own.

No ownership, but you may be able to borrow her for an afternoon

feeding ducks stale breadcrumbs from a bench by the pond