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“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”
'cause you dance in my head,
in my heart,
in my everything
you belong
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
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