Black is the immense galaxy, a frigid cave, and the small print of a worn novel.
Black is the taste of licorice, sweet and bitter.
Black smells like an old, musty abandoned house.
Black makes me feel loneliness deep within my soul.
Black is the sound of creepy silence that makes you turn around.
Black is a homeless cat, a broken heart, and a dead end.
Black is a permanent marker.
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