A well unseen

She is a well.
Her waters sweet.
She exists
The most basic of needs
To meet.

Her waters undisturbed.
The surface
She waits, and hurts.

Passed by
Her reason for being,
The why
Beyond her reasoning

When you are a well.
There is
No thing as sorrowful
As existing
With no one
To drink you.


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