Black Harmony

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Black beads on my arm

Black ball on my pointer

Black moles on my face

Black sweater off the shoulder

Black hairs on my legs

Black locs lay on my breasts

And on my black skin

The light reflects warm

My browns blend seamlessly

Making its way into my eyes

A frequency of beauty

Accompanied by your face

Within the black you reside

Underneath the lowered laces

Of my black lashes 

Where your brown eyes meet mine

The day ending with

My black shadow inside

Where everything is alright


-Verdure

 

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