My ice cream drips down the side
of the cone and onto my sticky fingers.
But it's cold, and my hands are hot,
so it feels nicer than it should.
I like vanilla ice cream the best
because there's something different from
the strong chocolate or the way the other's try
far too hard to be creatively delicious.
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dreamboy: a poetry collection
Puisia collection of fluffy crush poems (er mostly fluffy)
