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Another day, another broken promise my beloved worst enemy comes to visit again  ridding my body of nutrients  whispering evil to my brain People get sick, people die but my disease is secret 
Your odor so strong, potent, sweet, and tantalizing, lures me in every time. Your layers appear soft and spongy, your glaze smooth and milky. My mouth waters, My tongue spikes, My lips part,
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