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two verses torn from an album cover, and stuck in the journal with glue
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Its no secret were close
As sweaty velcro
Like latex, fur and feathers
Stuck together
Now
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Her and me an her and she and me
An uncrowded couple are we three
Hey we dont care what people say
When walking hand in hand down kings highway
Two for one today
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I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.
Walt Whitman
I Sing the Body Electric
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