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Dec 2016
The wells have dried up,
There is no water left to spill.
They said this might happen,
if the well was used too much.

There is nothing left to do,
but to stare into the emptiness.
Letting voices echo, and music flow,
as the town fades into darkness.
Sam
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Sam  20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:)
(20/Cisgender Female/Everything will be okay:))   
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