Black is the street.
Black are the tires of the taxi's riding past.
Black are the keys to my keyboard.
Black is the iPod touch in on my black motherboard.
Black is the grip on my scissors.
Black is the color that slims me.
Black is the eye-liner on the girl who sit's next to me.
Black is the the background on my idle iPhone.
Black is the color of my tape dispenser.
Black is that lady's gums.
Black are my words on this white screen.
Black is the ink that bleeds on my notebook pages.
Black is mother.
Black is literally everywhere; it's popular.
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