Chained to lampposts
Chained to their place of death
Translucent white ghosts
Left this world with a bitchumen kiss
Frame did bend
And spokes did twist
A bell resounds over noise of traffic
Traveling no more
Cycling no more
The wheels go round and round
White bikes fall down
The wheels go round and round
White bikes fall to the ground
Green light
Amber light
Red light
White bike
Green light
Amber light
Red light
White bike
Sprayed white bikes rendered immobile
White bikes hidden under dusty white snowfall
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