Black [4.24.2020] | Tracklist: 9/10 | ~Spenserian stanza~ for album collection "Colors"
Black is my soul defined, not torn apart
Removes my connection from the pastels
This is where I feel glamorous in heart
May seem empty but I am not, to tell
I may be old soul, but my roots are strong
The hue of noir makes me braver with might
To face the darkness that may scare for long
Without prominence of physical light
And I converse the ravens of the night
~sava🌑🌑ah
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