Smiling in mahogany and the scent of varnish
Day after day, she puts her treasures in it
Tolstoy, Carroll, Austen & Hardy
The bookshelf, it just sits there
Happy with yearning and the scent of classics
Night after night, she sat against it
Drinking the words she made them her own
Her bookshelf, it just sits there
Drunk in love and the fragrance of her body.
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