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Apr 2014
Wanderer. Gypsy. Warrior.
A coalition of stardust children
On a hunt for home
I've laid out my welcome mat before
Lit the candles
Not for long
Whispering, the wind picks up
Moving across the tundra
To howl through my iced cavities
My edges are sandy shores
Muspelheim soaked with sea salt love letters
Loki resides on the interior
Playing tricks
Searching for a vΓΆlva who will guide his way
Perhaps I am she
Who shall never rest
Until I reach Valhalla
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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