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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Crayons and colors: 27 of 46

It was the best birthday I ever had, that 48 pack of crayons with every color imaginable represented. I instantly started to color. The color red is my favorite- for that is the color of blood. I colored until the guards said I was out of control- and acting disturbed. and that jibber-jabbering doctor, the one who I had drawn with blood all over him, His head, his hands, his feet. Gave me one of those injections, the ones that make me sleep, and help the nightmares, here in my rubber cell. It was a great fiftieth birthday.
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