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Reblogged from necspenecmetu
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... echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine; my respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs
(from Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass).
(from Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass).


