The dove, an innocent creature that flies in the sky.

The Phoenix, a powerful creature that, too, flies.

The dove, a creature so pure, so delicate.

The Phoenix, a creature of flames, so hateful.

The dove dreams of being as powerful as the Phoenix.

The Phoenix hates it's hate, and becomes consumed by it's own flames.

The dove tries to change, but no matter how much it wants to be a Phoenix, it is still only ever a dove.

The Phoenix, rises from the ashes of it's self-hate induced grave, and continues it's cycle.

(note: I didn't have anything in mind when I wrote this, I just wrote. if you are able to decipher a message from it, let me know!)
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