The gift from a reaper
Like a dark shadow i loomed over a yin and their yang,
Once together, once separated, now finally restitched together again,
The sun sent its pillows to throw hard diamonds at the souls, without clear intention,
whether to celebrate,
whether to scare them away,
It was too late,
My hand reached and clenched the two,
Squirm, scream, squish, until only ooze was in my grip,
My gift,
Two, now one.
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