You can find me chewing up forget-me-not-colored crayons,
& spitting them out just to draw me a synthetic 'you.'
puking purple in dirty, green stalls
[isn't a trip to paradise,
but it
was the perfect place that reminded me
of us...
we colored red in every outline
& black in every surface
it was the coloring book of the future;;
another day in the life
my pores are seeping in blood
adding polka dots, disguised as chicken pox
you're left in another technicolored
warped life
my crayons are dull,
but i can no longer sharpen
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veyr creative. nice mind you have. a crayon love very good. I liked the first to lines. very nice written.
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