burnt out like a candle in the wind

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these photographs are no longer looked at as innocent
as cute
as they should be
the way a mother looks at her child
the only thing seen in them now is hate
crime
and passion
the way a detective looks at a mug shot
i am not my fathers son
i am merely a figment of his imagination
does he still dream
all innocense is gone
unwanted like a dead calling card
and used like money
will he ever dream again?
will he ever know his son?
he no longer cares
and no longer deserves