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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book V. Calamus: Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
  Here I shade and hide my thoughts—I myself do not expose them,
  And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.

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