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The bike

 

The bike rests frozen in time, ignored by all, never being noticed.

 

 it’s handles just out like a cars mirror, being used carelessly .

 

 The broken seat rocking side by side, being strangled by the verdant green vines.

 

The deflating wheel slouching on the minty grass.

 

 It’s weight killing it’s lies hid underneath it. 

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