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I sip on your lies like a shot of hard bourbon

I nip at your vanity like a ripe red apple

I bite on your curiosity like an hors d'oevre

I drink in your naivety like fine red wine

I lick around your despair like a salted glass rim

I suck on your confusion like a hot buttered finger

I savor your fears like the richest truffles

I eat your dreams like hard crusty bread

I consume your hope like rare, juicy steak

I devour your soul like sweet crème brûlée


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