ICARUS

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Plastic wings
In my Back
Give me the illusion
To fly

Over the roof
Magpies will free
To go where the sun
Kisses the shores

I decided to fly too
Me, a normal person
Will touch the sun

But my wings
Where melted down
By the interminable greed
Of humans

Now, I lie down
On the shore
Where magpies go

~W~

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