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Oct 2013
I was black. You were white.
We fitted perfectly like a zebra’s skin.

I was low when you were high.
In finding ourselves, we took a great spin.

I was hot when you were cold.
I helped you have some warmth within.

And in helping you, I felt drained.

I had shrunken when you grew bold.
All because of the assuming sin.
Miss Dan
Written by
Miss Dan  Iligan City, Philippines
(Iligan City, Philippines)   
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