What craze is this?
This unending wish,
To walk down aisles,
And own each,
Every one of them.

My eyes grow larger,
My heart skips beats,
My blood gushes anxiously
And my mind starts capturing
Images of theirs.

How hard it is for me
To keep my hands closed!
To stop the desires to
Caress the spines
Of the books that lay
All around!

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S.F.R.