the rusty bikes,
handlebars were hibernating underneath the crackling twigs balancing not daring to move.
the rusty bike,
rested on the silver birch, waiting patiently to get attention.
the rusty bike,.
lights switched of and fell asleep
the rusty bike,
suffocated hoping to be saved
The rusty bike,
waited eagerly to go on an adventure.
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