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After the supernova…

Black is just a color as pale as her.Black is just the color of my star.Black becomes what it is.Black becomes a song of love. ~ KK ~ So… why do I sear?

Black is just a color as pale as her.
Black is just the color of my star.
Black becomes what it is.
Black becomes a song of love.

~

KK

~

So… why do I sear?