This is not a book;
Who touches
this,touches
a WoMan:
(Is it night?
are we here
alone?)
It is I
you hold,
And who
holds you;
I spring
from
the pages
into
your
arms …
― Walt Whitman
This is not a book;
Who touches
this,touches
a WoMan:
(Is it night?
are we here
alone?)
It is I
you hold,
And who
holds you;
I spring
from
the pages
into
your
arms …
― Walt Whitman
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