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Infinities
Were all I tasted on your mouth

Roots
Replaced the touch of your tongue

Confusion
Circled to both water and bury

Hope
Grew from restitutions of pain

Obligation
Receded in passports of conciliation

Mouthfuls
Supply whispers contented in Love

Freedom
Roams in the heartbeat of expression

You
Are the only infinity I know