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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