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There’s a lizard in me. With scales that shine like the biggest diamond on the crown.

And a sleek, shy tail like a wind chime gently blowing in the breeze.

It’s nervous legs cautiously sneak like a paper dart skidding along the concrete.

It hides for shade and rests under a big rock.

I t lives beneath my sole and occasionally the lizard comes out.

It makes me very cautious.

It makes me fell like hiding under a rock.



The lizard lives in me.

Ben Clayton.

Freefever.