My yellows and your oranges make the brightest scarlet anyone has ever seen. My burning magentas and your calming, deep blues make a violet so royal it still makes your god jealous. My pure, creamy, untouched whites and your guarded, jaded ebony form silver that miners confuse for diamonds. Together we put both heaven and hell to shame. Alone we're just cracks in the sidewalk beneath each other's feet. That's how we know this love was meant to be.
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