She says you exude sunlight,
loves remembering the reefer smoke and how close ya’ll bodies got.
How hot as ash and blunt burn that was.
She’d like that heat again.
Says only special boys can flirt constellations into girls’ eyes,
pick pocket their hearts in sniper silence,
lust jazz into their bodies under the moon or some shit,
kiss all of the ugly stumbling out of their mouths into something beautiful.
You have held her like a memory once. I think neither of you has let go. I like that.
– Her
Analog - Tyler, The Creator ft Hodgy Beats
Thinking About You- Frank Ocean
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