Bora born

Baby blade _

Solar days have wrent cabin fever's last stand

the baby honda's in line four as silent as.

Basking lizard like, cast metal pre-heats cold

vapours, dissipates, then anticipates the

retro fitted spark most fire creatures have lost.

The full metal jacket canary yellow.

First hit, she burbles bliss down the tuned exhaust

soft and low, the full cam hunts in prep for the

moment heat realigns in power mode, a

sure sign the mountain road will scrub tyres today.


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© may 2011 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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