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Found Poetry 1,061
my parched veins a wilderness smiling in the abdomen undulating tracks in a basin of detail whole old burned worlds millions sitting in a corner perhaps a breath is their odd allowance
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
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