The Dream Slayers

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Remember, when I brought my vivid painting to you
With hopeful eyes to see what you thought of it?
I came to you to seek your genial nod at things I could make.
Remember, how you laughed at my shoddy house, at a skewed face?
Did you know that it was you that I drew with crayons?
“I use crayons to paint special things.”
Remember how you showed me a painter that
I could never be and knocked me down
Even before I could learn to stand up?

I have never bought crayons since.

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