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Feb 2018
I'm a cat hopping in and out of boxes
trying to see where I fit.
Oh my fascination
with trying different options,
It's absurd,
the world cackles —
me diving face first
into tiny openings.

Maybe I'm a confused chameleon
instead.
Dynamically scaling,
hues darkening
in the lighting.
Oh how bright it is
under their fluorescent lamp.
Hurry, take an image
while I'm inside,
while I'm static.
You may never see
that shade of me again.
Something I wrote quickly this morning, thoughts? Thinking about turning into a longer spoken world piece :)
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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