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The Well (Free verse) by Caducus The well is now dry,
Yet the bucket keeps coming,
Falling in to darkness.
Wishes drowned in silver.
Ageing Queens weigh me down.
A distant circle of light,
But the miry walls keep me trapped,
There is a ladder,
But Iâve forgotten how to climb.
(inspired by Jeremi Handrinos)
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