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Found Poetry 320


they were mere aggregates of shadows
eyes of sighs and mouths of shade
have you, with your foaming speculation, met your darkbrown neighbors?
their family warm and radiating
heartbeats just like yours
rights and wrongs just like yours
fastened to the soil like rivets

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

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