She's wild and free, on a café racer ride,
Tearing through the dust where the desert meets the sky,
In the heat, she roars, where the world's burning down,
Crazy and untamed, she owns this ghost town.
With fire in her eyes and wind in her hair,
She rides the edge, no worries or a care,
Through the hot, cracked earth, where the lost souls roam,
She's the queen of the wasteland, carving her own road.
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