Pandora's Hoax
By: Rebecca Ilich

There is no warmth in love.
Along this breath there is only blood trickling.
The garden is so cold and dark.
Somehow I see faint light.
From light there can be life.
Life is somehow warm.
This warmth is my love.
However the coldness is life, my life.


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