Black. Poem by just patty

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Black are my wings Dark as the night Produce a fake smile Not worth to fight
Black are the days Lying behind No golden sunrays Staring blind
Black are the thoughts Wandering in my head Can't connect the dots Between good and bad
Black is the world Pitch dark outside And all is swirled Nowhere to hide
Black is all that remains If I am fighting no more Dark clouds will be my chains
Behind a black prison door

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