Crayola Crayons | Poems that Suck

There’s always something whimsical,

nostalgic, reassuring, even,

about the smell of

Crayola Crayons.

It brings me back to a time

of pure joy, and innocence.

It’s also the reason why

I liked to fuck

in his car

so often.

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