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Ode to Orion.
The hunter stands strong, infinitely eternal
Stretched across the heavens.
I stand on my front steps.
Smoking a cigarette.
The hunter stands proudly, defiantly guiding lost souls
I stand shamefully, broken, lost.
The hunter stood, before me, before all, beckoning no one.
I stand, unnoticed, alone, crying out for love.
But love is lost and so am I.
The Hunter shall stand, as I will die.
