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Brenden: Desert wanderer, heart squanderer, struggling writer.
25 Feb 2012
10:12am

Chameleon

artreture:

Lonely was the chameleon
As he mastered every colour
Of every rock, leaf, twig
He ventured towards the wind
That mislead him; he wept
He was lonely for a cloud
That would dance for him
Before the night tries to
Steal his sane skin of scale
He lay as he watched the stars
Dressed in their best spark
The nearby pool called out
A message he deconstructed,
“don’t feel great inside,
The frequency of you
A freak, a static
Is slipping into airwaves”
The hard days are over
The new nights will reign
Hanging to his elated eyes
He found his loss
To be his fulfilled search;
His skin smiled and sighed

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