March 20, 2011
It's full of mystery
With no clear reason
It reflects the night sky
It is death's symbolic lie...
It is the color of your soul
And the color of your ink botched heart
It is something that's been there from the very start
It is the color your heart turns
When engorged in jealousy
It is the first color to fight
With the purest of white
It is genetically impossible to create naturally
It is a blissful last resort

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