The lonely bike

Every day I take my bike with me, I ride throughout the city, its big roads, the small ones, alleys so narrow I can touch both walls just extending my arms. In the basket of my bike I’d carry tangerines, apples, books from the library, art supplies I had to buy, random stuff I find sometimes, my memories, my soul and my heart are being ridden in this bike.  

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