Petit Putain

I remember the time I last had ice cream.
Melted before I could finish, sweet vanilla ice cream.
Luckily I made haste, so I could have a little taste.

I want books as much as I want ice cream.
Any page under the authority of my fingers.
Read it all then in the bookshelf it lingers.
Yet weak it is not, for once I start I cannot stop.

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