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| The soft light shines off your black skin, |
| and the fury within your soul drives |
| your love like 100 wild horses running |
| uncontrollably into my heart and life. |
| Your passion is wild and free, and |
| attempts to harness your energy into |
| a claim that one can call their own |
| shows how foolish a man can be. |
| There are no boundaries to whom |
| you express you love physically, |
| and you ride the range of emotions |
| over the valleys and hills of time. |
| You will always be my black beauty. |
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