those precious eyes
that hanging hair
that tempting smile
that rueful stare
the forgotten memory
of love tries to fade
valentines around the corner
hop on the wave
zip up your jacket
face your eyes front
keep your eyes on black
if he asks for another blunt
there's so many cuties
with asses for days
lemme check you out
bathe in your rays
i'm sorry for staring
but i can't help it here
you got me caring
whether i drink in here
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