it keeps me on my feet
slows me down, picks me up
i can go anywhere
the rain blows on me
through my backdoor
as i hurry up the lane
distinguished, burned out
unrecognisable
my lungs can't take water
the feel of unfamiliarity
smoke clogging, air humming
it did look like rain
but it stopped there
for a brief second
and the sidewalks picked me up
down, down, down i go
fire, fire.
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