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Mechanical bird

Mechanical bird

You sit alone
Quite in fascination

chirping oil can
In my hand

And sleep in contemplation

Barren skies
Floating land

Lacks communication

White clouds filling you...
Killing you, mechanical bird

Loveless words
Pushing stray

As you rust away

An end to a perfect day. Wasting away.

EV

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