Two men,
fell in love,
exchanged hearts,
broke them later,
drifted apart.
Two men,
good friends,
traveled a lot,
wrote stories,
made memories.
Two men,
victims of abuse,
raised their voice,
campaigned against,
spread awareness.
Two men,
ecstatic lovers,
deeply stimulated,
made love everyday,
merged as one.
Two men,
drowned in lust,
lost their identity,
ran far away,
escaped.
Two men,
brought close by time,
blossomed again,
held hands together,
transcended.
Two men,
played music,
sang songs,
danced in a trance,
celebrated life.
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