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People see black as
The color of death.
To them, it's just black.
No tone, no difference.
On the contrary,
There are lots of tints.
At night, sky has a unique tone of black,
And black cat is the darkest.
Some eyes are light black,
When some are dark.
I like light black the most,
Because it reminds me of
How even devil carries
A little of light.
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Author's Note:
I tried to upload as quick as I can because I have exams coming this week so I won't be online for a while.
Thanks to everyone who read, favourited and commented. You really make my day and I find the will to write due to you.
I wish you all a wonderful day,
Sevval x
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