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Crayons

This boy sits on the carpet with his crayons in hand, a mural on the wall saying he loves his father just like the gaze of a rising sun, an eye always watching him as he reaches higher to proudly touch the sky. The sea at the base tells his mother she is a war of temper and peace, her lullabies teach him how to whisper secrets as the waves bear him journeys to new land for him to be the sun.
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conor-letham
English
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Apr 10, 2014
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