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Jun 2014
Black was there with you

  when you took too many shots

  and passed out at 4am

Black was what you imagined

  before you fell asleep at night

Black stayed with you

  until the sun came up

Black was empty

and full

of ideas

memories

black was

full

of life

but no light

black was

me
Becca Seyoum
Written by
Becca Seyoum  wichita
(wichita)   
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