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The wild bikes used
The cover of darkness
In the last summer storm
Of the season.

They crept into her yard
Under thunder deep howling
And enticed her sweet bike
To give chase.

It followed
Entranced
The tease of it giving it a thrill
As
Exotic
They led it out
Into the wild
And it was gone
Lost in the mist
In the midst
Of the wildlings.

It was a good bicycle
And now
She will miss it.

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