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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