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Nov 2013
Your soul the blackest deepest black there is.
Blacker then the night sky with no fire-y ***** of light.
Thats black, like blacker then carbon (yes the dinosaur stuff),
Blacker the the spots on a dog or the skin of a polar bear.
Black like the bottom of your running shoes.
Blacker the the iris of my muddy eyes you used to love.
Black thats what it is nothing else just black.
After all the saying goes black is the color of my true loves hair (soul).
Your little black dress is your soul you don't need any channel.
Black.
TOM HAVENFORTH
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TOM HAVENFORTH  Kentucky, Maine. Running.
(Kentucky, Maine. Running.)   
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