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Black and White


Life is dark; depressing

But with in the dark there is always light.

In art you discover just how black is made,

The truth of the matter is, that you must take every color of the rainbow at once;

To get total darkness.

 

But white,

That is truly depressing.

The absence of color, nothing

Blank.

With white you must leave your mark.

Or you will lose yourself.

 

So are you in white?

Or black?

 

As dark as black is, at least it’s not depressing.

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