I know you
I walked with you
on the moon, along the water
I've got room
you cling too
what's the use in giving up pot
or all the things
that lift what we can't face
when you go
I draw the cards
and look too hard for grace
put me down
I'll pretend to put you behind me
faithless, carnivorous
I want to be a patient boy
but my dreams are precognitive
tasteless, feeding this
is my desire to be a patient boy
and the epilogue, I got it
and the epidemic, you've caught it
and it's critical, you fought it
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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