Centum Octôgintā Quattuor

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I rode a bike
into your shallow mind
I held hands with your monsters
Your nightmares' teeth
chewed on my skin
like silk in your hand

If I could be your sunrise
I'd sing to you my
sweet lullabies
If I could be your sunset,
maybe you wouldn't be as insane

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