crayon box
Crayon box, I have dented your tips with the force of my hand.
crayon box, your bright colors bring me delight, they express who I am.
crayon box, I have dropped you and lost your friends, I broke them in half and threw them in the trash.
crayon box, I squooshed you along with your emptiness, for I apologize for my unfriendliness.
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