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Pandoras Box
A paradoxical puzzle presents its eye, A Pandora's Box of shameless lies, An edgeless jigsaw, no pictures seen, The chances slim, the pickings lean. The key to the maze lies not here, But lies instead somewhere near, An empty place too full to breath, A closed door, through which I see. The soundless walls that make a noise, Echoing back screams of joys, The dead place where the living born, The fading of the future blown horn. A truthful lie rears its ugly head, The living truth that now is dead, The lost love, that never gave fret The star-crossed pair who never met, What riddles hold in these? Where may I find the hidden key? Truth loved, and truth gone, Given freedom, given strong. |
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