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Thinking of sweetness, stuffed myself even more
Afraid it'd run out, had to get even more
I thought that full was something better
Detestable is how it feels
Why must this be?
The honey used to taste delight ful
Was it a poison actually
There to trap me?
Am I cursed? I've slighted on one
And I'm sure I know myself
The best so something's not right
This self is the only thing I love
To hear, to smell, to see, to touch
To taste is irreplaceable, no less
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