Infinite fractals under your shirt

Weird Poetry

I’m like these infinite little fractals

Hiding

Under your shirt

Burrowing into you

And growing more complex

The deeper I go.

Just repeating

And getting closer and closer to

The non-end of my infinite comfort.

A Mandelbrot set embedded in you

Under your shirt

Under your skin

Etched in your bones

And your own equally infinitely fractaled soul.

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❤👽

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