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Found Poetry 1,061

6/21/22

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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