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Jul 2013
I saved them. Chewed up broken into pieces.
Used once then left behind.
Just crayons of bright colors blending into shade of a memory I keep with me.
The hearts I colored in with red
I've scratched them out until the colors became heavy and broke through the paper.
I've created this piece.
Destroyed this beautiful memory.
And Im left with holes and a dark shade of black.
Written by
Ria Hinautan  sf
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