Chaos

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She was his delicate flower
He was her sturdy rock
The two were as different as night and day
She was sweet and tiny
He was brooding and prominent
But they worked together
Where one was weak the other was strong
They made one another the best versions of themselves
He exudes a light only she gets to see
She manifests a sadness that only he can diminish
They may not realize it but they are a necessity for each other
For without the other they would descend into a chaos that kills the soul

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