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anywhere,
u.s.a.
such a small town.
what a big game.
a twisted hula hoop
spinning lives.
enough to get you sick.
gyrating on a broken back.
can't stop.
and i'll tell you what…
between me and you…
i don't want to.
it's better.
maybe not for you.
but for me.
fuck you.
i love you.
i feel sick.
wheres my hula hoop?
i feel like twisting.
you know what?
you can join me too.
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