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Black


Black is the color that isn't beige Black isn't an absence, it's an advantage Black is my skin and the city for 12 hours Black is a color that appears in no flowers Back is a mindset that can't be copied Black is how most men take their coffee Unless Black with sugar is in your preference All in all, Black is not the color of death Black is me, I am it, and I know I'm not different
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