Pairs, of pairs and pairs;
Wonderful symmetry,
Filled with oddity.
Onwards I March
three steps at once.
Three legs.
Thirty legs.
I am a centipede.
In my shell I shield
my miscarried child.
It sobs, and grows,
and shrinks.
In my spine we’ll hide,
until the bell sounds
Its final ring.
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