What is black? Black is a sound, deep and low. Black is the ground, or a velvet bow. Black is as dull and dark as a dungeon. Black is as bright and shiny as a new pair of boots, or the sound of a shoot, from a gun. You can smell black too, a musty shoe, or a dirty river. And it sounds like the wind, or the word "Night". And black just might sound like a cry, or look like a lie. Who knows?
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