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Well or Hell

The inner world of love is such as a meadow littered with wells

where we all fall into several pits of varying depths.

A few lead to a cave that pours into another

A few drop down for hours

while we get engulfed in our own screams.

We fall for another like time ceases to exist

but little do we know that not all wells are

tunnelled to interweave with another

Most of us get drenched in the spirits of another

who'd never really fathom the depth of well

we continue falling through.

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