Black

Love is black,

as black as coal,

not red or pink or mauve-

As black as pain,

and strong desire;

its heat chars…

then consumes me whole.

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Author: Nishi

Lifes imperfections give you those wonderful brainwaves which translate to stories and poems that enlighten and entertain.

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