Grinding Nikki

In the foggy streets of gears and steam, A girl named Nikki, her passion extreme. She grinds the wheels and pulls the levers, Her music blasting, never to surrender.

With her headphones on, she enters a trance, The beat takes over, her body to dance. The clockwork echoes with her every move, A symphony of metal, she must improve.

Her heart beats in time with the rhythm so bold, Her machines alive, their secrets untold. The sound of her music, a weapon in war, The brass and steel, her loyal corps.

The streets tremble with every bass drop, As Nikki grinds on, never to stop. Her music, her love, her raison d'être, In this steam punk world, she is a techno-maître.

So let her play, let her music grind, For Grinding Nikki, she is one of a kind.

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