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Apr 2015
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The well has not gone dry, 
less frequented maybe 
by both the drawers and 
the occasional passers by. 

The stones are loose; 
between them, mortar dissolves- 
by clement or contrary 
weather on seasonal cue. 

The vessel is parched 
and longs for its lover 
by pulley once lowered 
its rope frayed with disuse.






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