She was drunk in her own beauty.
He was drunk in his vanity.
They dreamt of a happy tomorrow,as they drunk and dunked through their present.
They doled out advice like pennies,only when their heart gave in.
They were so alike,yet too different.
They died the same day when a bomb exploded on their city.
They met in purgatory,each paying for their sins,as they harboured the same notions and beliefs.
As their hypnotherapy and electrocution session ended,they came out of the purgatory as one-for the society did not believe in being sexual fluidity.
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