Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night…

Walt Whitman
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Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth. ✨ 'So Long!'
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Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth. ✨ 'So Long!'

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