Walt Whitman — "Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whispe…"
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
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