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You were the last of the lizard tricks
with your clown shoes on
teaching the rest of the velvet turncoats
about the cost of the rain and the rest of the words
The wind caught the brightly patched kite that danced for you,
swinging in through your gilded secrets
disguising your mischief as gun grey skies
and apple coloured laughter.

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