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Thu, 03/06/2014 - 19:23 -- BahJiy

What is black and sometime color...

Always escaping from everyone...

Never the right thing...

So meaningful...

Yet so plain?

 

What is this mysterious thing...

Always used...

Never wrong...

So painful...

Yet so beautiful?

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