Copulation is no more foul to me than death is. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: The First (1855) Edition
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: The First (1855) Edition
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: The First (1855) Edition
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: The First (1855) Edition
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is. — Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: The First (1855) Edition
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Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass: The First (1855) Edition
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