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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Visor’D

A mask, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
Concealing her face, concealing her form,
Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

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