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Found Poetry 648
taking a chance to live my waist exiled eluding straight lines I strip naked on the pier and gnaw at the sky still feeling clothed but feeling more breathed
This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.
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