Two

I met a man who told me he had always been
Happy and has all the things he needs
He shook his head and wiped his eyes
As he laughed out loud at his lies

I met another man who never wiped his tears
Whose wrists bear proofs of
Continued existence, of weakness, yes
But also resilience

If these two men ever hugged
I wonder
Could they make each other
Stronger?

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