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P.S. The prompt was to write something that was meaningless but sounded deep

Please fly little bird 

The sky is polluted 

You’re feathers are wet with oil 

Empty with bullet holes

But you flap your wings all the same

Your friend lies down like road kill 

The cars gloat over speeding roads 

The people stay in their technology 

But you fly on, over ground 

Past chipping paint and advertising boards

Please fly little bird

The world is ending 

It should’ve flown away with you

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