Centum Octôgintā Ūnus

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Sip peach ice tea
peach and citric acid
but it makes me sweet

Enveloped by love
Surrounded by a canvas of lines
Let me explode
Bleeding ink to immortalize
all my memories of you

Introverted sun
hides behind the clouds
Hard to socialise
Sand , big or small
weighs like a dagger in my mind
If I could be anywhere
Oh it wouldn't be here
I'd be up in the clouds
to meet angels

Angels like you.

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