The Roads and Wheels

Axels of the oily skins, bashful in the evening sun

Bears and wolves screaming howls of protest against the pedals, careless to follow the white lines 

Smoking upwind and indifferent to the clenched breaths, brethren to be able to feed on new ways

Like a autumn leaf, tuned to the seasons of change, soon only your siblings will remain

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