I tend to be on the dark side.
You can always catch me in all black.
Elegant fly or flashy fresh,
But always like midnight.
I was upstate.
It was winter.
He introduced me.
I became the bossed up shorty in the all black.
So forgive me if his title for my energy,
sent me to another dimension.
His words drove me to the dark side on his command.
Never to return again.

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