I have to go so bad
Why are you screaming?
Take it out on me.
I want to love you madly
but love, I am leaving
Take it off and maybe
the high
is a little harder
when you cry.
and the light light light's
a little faster than you'd like
and the knock knock knock
is like a rapture, could you talk to me?
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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