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Infinity

Sep 29, 2022
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By ELANBEMO TUNGOE



She was an artist

He was a poet

She painted of him in her possessed canvas

He wrote poetry of her from his preserved ink

Silently, with few words,





They communicated through their art

She made the finest strokes of him

He wrote the best rhymes of her

She carved out the best of him from her brush

He described the best of her on his sheet

Their universe grew from all of these

Their works for one created some masterpiece

In course of these, together,

They inscribed each other to their little infinity



By ELANBEMO TUNGOE




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