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Feb 2019
Black is my favorite color,
    for this I wish to only see black.

Black is not just for the night,
    nor set aside for death.

Black is not owned by the shadows,
    nor bent for the broken hearted.

Black is my intimate thrill,
    for it's the color I see as my lips kiss you.
Austin D Woodruff
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Austin D Woodruff  M/Texas
(M/Texas)   
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