Poem Hunter
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if sorrow and helplessness had a cologne
i feel that it would be the scent of stale cigarettes
in a cold and lonely room
while the world went on in technicolor
just outside your window

you were once my lone building
in the midst of a great destruction
you don't know how painful it is
to be a part of the collapse
in that destruction
a discarded ember slowly disintegrating
as those who don't understand my changes
step on me over and over again
trying to find the me they used to know

with outstretched arms i will scream your name
to a sky so lucid and still
and if you hear me through this haze of regret
take your power and let me go.

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