Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man,
(Is it night? are we here together alone?)
It is I you hold and who holds you,
I spring fr… - Walt Whitman
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Camerado, this is no book, Who touches this touches a man, (Is it night? are we here together alone?) It is I you hold and who holds you, I spring from the pages into your arms — decease calls me forth.
"the old name absorbs into me — MANNAHATTA, "the place encircled by many swift tides and sparkling waters.
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...
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me
