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That honey melts inside your soul.
There is no escape from that intoxicating feeling.
A mental lightness that atrophies your body.
Delirium that tastes of the purest pleasure.
Where does this feeling come from?
Where does this pleasure originate?
Try to deny it, but that exists.
Every drip makes you insane.
Every bite whets your appetite.
That honey begins to drip into your soul.
The sweetest of all delicacies.
The favorite food of sinners.