You're really pretty and you know it.
but you didn't have to go three times.
We could talk about faith or nothingness.
I could show you where I keep the knives.
I had a dream that I could touch you in public.
I took on what I could take.
Blowing out the stars like the enemy,
I'm thinking about the endgame.
Oh, did you want in?
Consonants sound so good on you.
Are you breathing?
Come down if it's calling on you.
On the weekends, the way you speak
parallels pornography.
Over it and underneath, the ghost has got you by the teeth.
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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