pedalling
pedalling my bike,
my legs became language
because as i rode
i could suddenly manage
all the words i wanted to say
released in a package
well, my bike is a pen
driving smoothly on pavement
its lines helped me when
i wanted to escape
so i rode my bike again,
pedalling for ages
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