Black Goes with Everything
White man standing in a gift shop
Ironic is the gift that is he is even present
I walk up to him and wrap my hand
Around his pale foreign arm
"What if I wanted to wrap you up and take you home?" I charm
"You're not my type." He says, blazing eyes on my dark hand colonising his arm.
"Of course I am honey,
Don't you know that black goes with everything?"
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