The sences
I would take the sight of a pice of coal in the ebony black darkness of the night
I would take the taste of a ambismaly hungry lion on a hot day in Africa
I would take the sound of a black horn with a ear dethnig sound
I would take the touch of a baby tiger covered in blood
And I would were a mask of the black abis and get sucked into a a black hole
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