The Well

Every drop has a signature, nobody can match, different droplets into a pool, no bucket to catch.

The hollow sounds, breaking ground, drowning in mud, sinking sand across the land, weighted in blood.

People dying, no denying, this is the hell, evaporated, no water there, dry went the well.

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