(A Fibonacci sequence poem)
Give
Me
A touch
Screen face. Drag
A smile across my
Lips with your greasy forefinger.
Diddle my dimples for mastication. Tickle crow’s
Feet for skepticism, a little harder for contempt. Thumb my epicanthic folds
To surf the salty data waves of my tear ducts, you sick, sadistic bitch. Just be sure to close my eyelids when you recharge the battery.
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