You imagine yourself well-suited to glamour. You delude yourself that you can hob-knob with gilded socialites. You endeavour to adapt your countenance to fit in wherever you aim to be. And others, with vacuous heads up their own arses, may let themselves be fooled by each veneer you apply. But I always see the real you, and you are a lizard.
I still like you.

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Amazing photo. Look at that skin!
That lizard looks familiar.
*looks in mirror*
Oh yes.
That lizard does look familiar.
If UW looks in the mirror, and I look in the mirror, does that mean that UW and I look the same?
I loved the prose that went with it. Funny.
And the redemption bit at the end.
I like you too Mr Lizard, where can I get a suit like that?
I want to be seen for the lizard I am, too! (Specially if you promise to see me in such vibrant shades.)
Big group lizardy-hugs to you all.
A lizard can change his own spots.
He’s beautiful.
I like him too.
i am not sure if this happens to many other people, but the colours are so vibrant that they change slightly in shade, the longer you gaze. lovely!
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