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May 2017
Her softness,
was his weakness.
His weakness
was her strength.
He was her spark,
and she was his flint.
She was his flame,
and he was her niche.
Their nature,  
was their destruction.
Their destruction,
was a their only reason to exist.
Together,
they were one.
Apart they were,
indifferent with existence.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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