Blank-Slate
The color of roses, smiling at you with their soft and comfort smell.
**_Thorns.
_**The color of freshly picked apples, gleaming a bright red,**_
Poison. _**
The news your relative will be okay, as it lights up the room pink,
**_Blood.
_**_This is not about the color red at all, but white, and how actions and people can stain it all. _
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