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Colors


The colors swirl together.

There are so many I can't count them all.

Purple, Orange and Pink.

Blue, Green and Gray.

Black, Brown and White.

Different shades of each.

Many more colors I can't even describe.

There is one color that stands out the most.

It's darker than the others,

It's red...blood.

I once read a book with a quote that stuck.

It said,

"She paints a pretty picture,

but te story has a twist.

Her paintbrush is her razor,

her canvas is her wrist.

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