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Wannabe Goth

His eyes must be as black as night,
But he wears sunglasses always.
His hair is a blanket of darkness.
Long and flowing.
His skin is slightly tinted brown,
And he wears long black trench coats.
Black boots, black pants, everything
Is black.
He's gothic, or at least he tries to be.
He's not fully gothic.
I can see him
And know that his mind
Has not fully been overtaken
By darkness.
I see a light within him,
If only I could peer into his eyes.
Maybe I'd see something.
But, when he passes me by,
I grab a hold of his scent
And remember it always.

April 8, 2004
Suge


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Wannabe Goth

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