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Black

Her soul is black
I can't touch it
If I do
My heart will melt
And turn in to stone
So know I wonder
How to undo it?
If I can't even recall
How I feel it
So much intension
No execution
So much passion
No inceptions
Then I promise
To turn that in to white
And make it bright
To see and to feel
All that grace
And make my self gaze
On what I see
And what could I have
Merely
But so far
And I lose my way
To that path
And hope to get back
Not because I have to
But because I want to

 

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