I love it! I love poems that use numbers in their repetition; numbers or simple words that change meaning and perspective from start to finish.

Of course, I keep wanting to make a raunchy joke about how some peeps might think it isn’t five limbs. I’m perpetually twelve. I’ll see myself out.

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