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If you could be a colour,
You'd be black.
Because black is mystery.
It's hazardous,
It thrusts for danger.
It drags people in.
It is hopeless and unknown.
It is against the good,
The love and the happiness.
It is pain, misery and loneliness.
It is like losing yourself at night
In an isolated jungle.
It is fear,
It is dark.
You are black.
Your face screams at me not to get involved,
Yet your eyes pull me in.
Alex, your eyes
They are my disaster.
I swear they are going to be my end.
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White Memories of A Black Life
Poetry"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For mos...
