Crayon Box Dreams

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My dreams allow my thoughts to fantasize, about opening a box of crayons. And my subconscious scribbles sapphire skies, coloring dreams in shades of gold and bronze. Pastels and vivid pigments tie-dye thoughts using imagination as a brush. And they float like a flotilla of dots inked in the brightest hues and faintest blush. My inner child scribbles between the lines, creating shades that no one else has seen. And yet, abstract accurately defines the magical landscape of in-between. A box of crayons colors dreams at night, filling my inner child with sheer delight.

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