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Hidden form,
Master less,
Yet not free,
Or raven,
Too soon to tell,
Or some other being,
With blackened wings,
You just borrow the colour black,
To fill your emptiness,
It rules you,
Not me.

I know Black is not a colour,
But a shade.

Keep running dear,
The night may be long,
But the sun won’t wait forever.

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