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A Corollary to what’s Evident

Beyond the limit lies a space unbounded But I won’t cross the line between us The sky looks beautiful where it reigns And so do those down below. The freedom to choose among innumerability And the chance to meeting two different points Still make one asymptotic to the other I am where you can’t create existence. No matter how sweet the words, If your lips are burned by one soft kiss And if my light attacks you like ruthless rays, Your claim remains a conjecture. What I say may be contrary to what I feel, But regardless of the truth of the matter, I shall begin to mourn for the Undefined Because love poisons the moment we touch.

A Corollary to what’s Evident by Odessa Gheeneil

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