Ying and Yang
I sit in an endless field with him beside me .Him in all black beaten and bruised ,I in my white
dress molested and used. We were raised differently and never met before ,but when together
we bring destruction to the world.I am a pure bred , tamed and gay. He a mutt, simply a stray.
Yet here we lay in each others arms, loving ,understanding one another's harm.My name is Ying
and his is Yang.And together we are not meant to be!
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