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She is the chameleon.
Hop. Stop.Look.
She stops and waits and turns and looks and dives and flies and wanders and wonders.

I cannot see her…but she is here…hidden somewhere.

In your fantasies, lurking in that silent night's guilty dream.
In the unwritten phrases of that melancholic theme.
The dark alleys of your putrid soul.
The insinuating misdemeanors, the lofty goals.
Green. Scarlet. the midnight blue.
You dare not blink, for she changes hue.

She will leave, for when has she ever been chained? 
Here now. Gone again. 


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