come inside my teepee, Johnny.
pay no mind to the bruised lovers.
your sin your soul,
i'll be the little Lo
to your Humbert Humbert
If you be Adam, I'll be Eve
I'll be the Nico to your Lou Reed
just be mine, all mine.
Lysander, wake from your dream.
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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