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Aug 2015
You have not posted since mid-year of 2014
I search your name with bated breath
Hoping to see something new that I was  not privy to
Your fingertips have not been idle
Their vibrations sending morse code
Through the miles of separation
That always seems to span between us
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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