What Color Will Ink Be When The Blank Page Is Pink?

Will Winslow

Ever slow

I don't know

I also want to impart

That I'm not trying to be smart

When I show some heart

And pull this skill apart

On a lark or with purpose I start

To spill

So much ink intending to smother and kill

The concept of blank pages being white,

Bleeding letters until it turns black to eye sight,

And then it will be written upon in white ink

Until someone else has this thought that I think

And they storm up so many white words

That the blank page becomes bright blurbs

Blending with blood as critical knives sink

Changing that blank page pink

And then what color do you color the ink?

I'm asking YOU, so tell me already, what do you think!


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