My love is a two-edged weapon, wielded by insecurity and strikes with fear. 

Akin to Pandora’s pithos, it remained concealed; destruction would only come of openly sharing it to the outside world. 

My heart is shielded, once scarred by mistrust, now a lone vessel playing a broken melody looped: 

Thump...thump...thump.

Just as soldiers march through wet trenches in p...

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