Pink and orange skies, feelin’ super childish, no Donald Glover. Missed call from my mother. Like, “Where you at tonight?” Got no alibi, I was all alone. With the love of my life. She’s got glitter for skin. My radiant beam in the night. I don’t need no light to see you. Shine. It’s your golden hour. You slow down time. In your golden hour.
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