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Oct 2014
You creep, crawl and scuttle
Piloting drunkenly through my lamp shapes
Aimlessly, it seems, in search of shelter
Shell in shield shape, legs of prickle
I know your vast numbered presence harbors one of two meanings:
Spring has given life anew
               Or
*Winter is coming
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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