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Found Poetry 636
on broken steps we descend to the interiors of caves trusting our batteries, torch, and rope deeper we go trusting ourselves and each other no one has been here before! we worry aloud generations celebrate our echo
This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.
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