gluttony
oh, what a joy it must be
to be able to indulge in gluttonous
desires; where riches and luxuries are a
commodity one can hoard solely for themselves.
i dream of golden treasures and lavish
buffets; a life where i can just
sleep and eat well forever and ever.
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