they scratch against the paper roughly
when I want to yell
My purple pens
are eager to create
I can feel in my fingernails they want to dance
and tell the story which won't pass my mouth
My dear purple pens
one day I'll show them to you
you might be afraid to enter the world of lines
so straight and perfect like they were new
My dear light purple pens
you are so obedient and disagree almost never
should I break you to have the effect
or change you, but is it really clever?
Why, my dear light purple pens, no offence
remember? we used to play together at nights
words so akward but wanting to dance
as if allowed frivolty as if happy to be filled with colour
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