Asymptotes

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Up from the abyss,

Leaning in,

For this,

Pressing against,

The precipice.

“Not quite,”

Walking the line,

Not going quietly,

But we never intersect,

Not that there wasn’t any interest,

Or an interception,

But unrequited I stay.

The end,

Becomes smaller,

Ever smaller,

Yet does not fade away.

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