Because I'm bored of analyzing The Great Gatsby (good story, SHITTY ENDING. I've grown quite fond of it though), here, this is the Walt Whitman poem of the day:
Among the Multitude
Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret divine signs,
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer
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