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A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. The words that aren't blacked out are circled in crayon. There is a crayon border around the page.

By Nermine Mokdad

self-denial
fill
old cause
enthusiast neighbors
love
good nations
the divine
hands
are here
guess
The world
exist
soul
craving souls