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Found Poetry 332


waves, my burial location of choice
let parts of me sink down
let parts of me float up
merging myself with the sea
my driftwood limbs
my swimming skin
remember, it first gave itself to me

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

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