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Found Poetry 253

3/31/20

sensual roads forever twist
hands and feet land in skin
we touch to test the mirage
vibrating like the ceiling blades
or the window that rattles
when the train nears whispering
then whistling loudly
as the steam explodes

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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