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Scales shift in chrome and neon,
Clawing patterns into being.
Tails tell of rainbow light,
Shimmers shimmying all night.
Crawl into a new dimension
And release your pent-up tension
As each colour licks your eyes,
Flicks and darts and changes size
In the magic haze of motion;
A refraction of emotion.
Give euphoria a chance,
Come and join the lizard’s dance!
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