Night cycle

splash me drunken thighs
soft city warm-cycling highs
I am the key made for this lock
turning ever sliding skip stop
hard city, I am ever young
years of town pass me nigh
maniacal bicycle laughing by

the soft light ever lone
sleeping city, sandy loam
burrow in the deepest surest dark
ped softly my bicycle heart

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