Poem fractal

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0.044 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Love Junkie

by Richard

0.1684 + 0.1665i

Drawing the boundary…

Here, take my heart

by Thomas Moore

0.1870 + 0.1268i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Love Junkie

by Richard

Never touched a beer, whiskey ain't my scene
Cigarette smoke makes my lungs wanna scream
Latte art's a mystery, green tea's just a chore
Never needed a pick-me-up at four in the morn

But lately I'm wired, can't seem to unwind
Got a nervous twitch and a restless mind
Doc says I'm healthy, no chemicals to blame
Just gotta relax, but that's a losing game

'Cause I'm not an addict, but I'm addicted to you
Got a craving for your smile, a high that's something new
No withdrawal symptoms, just a constant desire
To see your face set my soul on fire

Used to sleep like a rock, silence all around
Now my brain's a jukebox, stuck on a love sound
Replaying conversations, dissecting every word
Wondering if you felt the same, every unheard

Staring at my phone, waiting for a text
Even the blinking cursor makes my heart flex
Got butterflies in my stomach, a buzzing in my head
Is this a crush or am I losing it instead?

Maybe it's just a phase, a dopamine reaction
But this feeling's so strong, it's pure satisfaction
Never thought I'd crave something this much, it's true
But honey, you're the only drug I wanna pursue

Yeah, I'm addicted to you, a love so pure
Hope you're the dealer, 'cause this feeling can't endure
Without another fix, another touch, another you
So baby, tell me, are you addicted too?

Here, take my heart

by Thomas Moore

Here, take my heart—'twill be safe in thy keeping,
While I go wandering o'er land and o'er sea;
Smiling or sorrowing, waking or sleeping,
What need I care, so my heart is with thee?

If in the race we are destined to run, love,
They who have light hearts the happiest be,
Then happier still must be they who have none, love.
And that will be my case when mine is with thee.

It matters not where I may now be a rover,
I care not how many bright eyes I may see;
Should Venus herself come and ask me to love her,
I'd tell her I couldn't—my heart is with thee.

And there let it lie, growing fonder and, fonder—
For, even should Fortune turn truant to me,
Why, let her go—I've a treasure beyond her,
As long as my heart's out at interest With thee!

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