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broken crayons organized by colour and size shape and fracture they’re all used all beautiful but for some reason everyone prefers a colour they say they love the rainbow but when it rains they find the shelter they say they love the smile but when tears mark enemies of good thoughts they back away into the depths broken crayons aren’t meant for being sat on broken crayons can still draw images of velvet skies and crystalline water but you’ll always reach for the whole before you think to touch the broken
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
crayons
broken crayons organized by colour and size shape and fracture they’re all used all beautiful but for some reason everyone prefers a colour they say they love the rainbow but when it rains they find the shelter they say they love the smile but when tears mark enemies of good thoughts they back away into the depths broken crayons aren’t meant for being sat on broken crayons can still draw images of velvet skies and crystalline water but you’ll always reach for the whole before you think to touch the broken
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Gender Fluid/My house
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
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