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jacobryanferris
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Recursion:

every

imaginable

crevice...

mE.

They have exCavated

the entirety of my depth

with just their fingertips.

As if -- in

Stead of being a

stalactite, I was

ActUally like cave-caresses

That were somehow

love-affirming,

despite the shaRpness

of my touch.

The women whose bodies

I have played Twister with

have an essence to them that is

etch-a-sketched

into the very fiber-optic of our reality

and then transmuted into long-winded, unfinished metaphorS ------

The women I have slept with in my mInd are all angry, you see.

Some of them are holding frying-pans

Like I'm in the god-damned hit Disney movie "Tangled," or something...

*insert nervous emoji here*

every

other

Identifying-Or-presenting-as-female human-being

has already made peace with their

lovers.

The 8-to-maybe-a dozen

that I can't reaaaally seem

to recall

Are ready to start wars.

(That was theN.)

*RECURSION*

Now,

I sprint from the amorous battle-field

to shout

incomprehensible

profanities

At the mirror:

The women I

have slept with

have touched

Every imaginable

crevice of...

But these words

Are a self-portrait of

Love,

And I

Will never stop

Painting.

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