I Still Color


I'm just a broken crayon
In a box of colored dreams
Waiting to be drawn
But left alone it seems.
My edges have been rounded
And dulled with passing time
In pieces now unbounded
Long past my youthful prime.
But I am still quite vibrant
Despite my broken parts
My pieces all but defiant
I still color from the heart.

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