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between our lips, a birdsong in the beating of life expounded,
there will be a transference between our skin, a sweet song in the
sweating of life compounded,
there will be a transference between
our blood, a slow song in the
spaces we light,
there will be a transference between
our sight, a mirror mirrored in the
crafts we make,
there will be a transference between
each thought, a steady thrum as our
engines purr,
there will be a transference between
our releases, a breathless softness in the hours we've unmade.
there has been a transference fixed
between our breathing, the words we
find anew.
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