Pandora opened the box, no different than my own,
The box of every evil ever done, every regret, every misstep.
A wild heart that grew too slow, kept back by heartbreak,
Betrayal of faith too young.
Lysistrata fighting for peace by claiming celibacy,
In a strategy that would never work.
As banding together was never as easy as saying a word.
The strangeness of being unwritten,
The strangeness of a path untaken,
Love,
Is it something that cannot?
Never has nothing been for frightening,
Than the silence that follows tomorrow.
Elucidating Questions 
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