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How I can see everything black. Your black hair makes me slide makes me fall. Falling falling onlinevideoconverter I stop at a landscape is black is black I stop at a single landscape is the perfect vision I'm just that I'm just that I founded the earth I melt with rock I'm gray I am the sky I am grass, green, black I'm black Open vein blood spitting Open my eyes to the sky My open hand to receive the blood it is red is black I hide in your hair your hair black shakes me and kill me. Lubna- May 2005 The fragment is from the book I wrote before: "Big ideas" Suzanne Cleminshaw !!
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