Visor’d

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from Leaves of Grass Book XX - by Walt Whitman.

  A mask, a perpetual natural 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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