All things sweet
Once stood for taste,
Now have all roots in you.
This and that and all these things find their way to your lips.
They spill out when you speak to me and take up root inside my heart.
All these things never need to hold water with time.
They may fade,
And that's alright.
These things they come and go.
But nothing will take them from my memories.
They live there forever.
Taking root.
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