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Visor’d
by Walt Whitman

A mask, a perpetual 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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[from the 1867 edition of Leaves of Grass]

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