Crayons

There are a bunch of crayons
All piled in one place
Waiting to be used
Waiting to be felt
You feel like one in a million
But in real life you’ll be boxed in a pack
What happens next
Who will use you
You are a crayon
You are a tool
You open happiness
You open creativity
You are the light
You shine and make artist
You make us complete
Keep going little crayon
Keep going





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