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They.
They were like a pair of socks that mirrored their half.
They were a perfect dichotomy, yes, where the existence of one depended on the other.
He and She.
But they were also he and she.
He was night and she was day.
He was persistent like reality. She, on the other hand, was fleeting like fiction.
He was a red light and she was green.
Time had long ago wilted for him while now is her season to bloom.
It's a shame that in the end only the fool was in the danger of falling in love.
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Dichotomy by KASH
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