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Chameleon
I am taking in the external gray;
A chameleon am I to fade and twist
And dissipate as mist,
Avoiding the moment of coalescence.
I would rather drift between,
Between the dark pools and the light
Of doubt that finds me naked.
Can a fog be so exposed?
No wonder that I seek to fade and twist
And dissipate, a dandelion breeze.
I settle, shrink into the ground,
Taking round me all the faceless muck.
Now sprout! Now reach!
I long to grow and bloom and twist
My tender tendrils in your heart.
Yet risen, see that now I fade,
Chameleon dissipating with the sun.
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"Those weak things that would scratch you do only stroke you." - Armand
"I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway.
I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky..."
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