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I believe in you my soul ... An emotional earthquake demon

romps with me on the grass, remove

brake your throat,

not want words, not music,

or rhymes, I do not

customs or speeches, or even better,

I just want the quiet, the murmur

your voice

evening.

remember how we lay together some

transparent summer morning,

how to lay your head on my hip

and you turned to me gently,

and separate them the shirt off my chest, and

tongue sank into my heart

naked

and I stretched out to touch my beard,

and stretched out to embrace you my feet.

Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself" (1819-1892)

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