Pandora, In Parts

Epilogue

It was never a box. It was never a jar, a vase, a coffin. It was an urn.

And now I hold two: chaos and hope.

And only one lid.

                                                                                                                                    Blame Zeus.

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THANKS FOR READING.

Thank you, sincerely, for taking the time to play along with my Pandora poetry project. I hope you felt something, anything. Now, get off your screen.

Love you. Like, actually.

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