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Your eyes are carrying the imprint of my eyes.
I cannot separate my blue from yours --
All tints -- from frightened running rain and stormy clouds
To glinting waves which lick the naked shore.
Your arms are carrying the imprint of my arms.
I cannot separate my arms from yours --
All gestures which could hold the water of your eyes
In drying fingers of my burning circle.
Your lips are carrying the imprint of my lips.
I cannot separate my lips from yours --
All moves -- from, hiding in the tongue, the hunting wish,
To the contractions giving birth to words.
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