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Sinking sweetly, you dove right in. Sinking sourly, you resisted her grin. Sinking savagely, you killed them off. Sinking secretively, you knew you'd win.
Lust. The ever-flowing poison that courses through our veins. We know we shouldn't. We know we can't handle it. But we let it flow and eb like a river. Excited at it's taste. Tantalized by it's smell. Ah, the poison of lust. The poison that makes slaves of us all. But my god how we love it. How we'd be so unhappy without it.
No, it isn't poisen that kills us. It's the lack of knowledge. It's the "No, this isn't poisen. It's harmless." or the "It won't hurt me. It'll help me." and especially the "What, like it's poisenous?" Yes, it is. And yes it will hurt. But we don't like to see that. We like to go on about our merry way. Oblivious to the poisen coursing through our veins.
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