crayon

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Crayon

 you are the last one

the others have disappeared

my favourite, black

i remember you

colouring outside the line

you were beautiful

I hold you gently

you are broken inside the

paper, now faded

wax and colouring

a penny, coloured, painter

a child's memory

February 14, 2014

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