Well
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I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
so wonderful as thirst.
―Edna St. Vincent Millay
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drink from the well
of your self
and begin
again.
—Charles Bukowski
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Poem: Sleeping Next to the Man on the Plane
Poem: A Well Runs Out of Thirst
Poem: Well in Ruined Courtyard
Poem: [A rose has thorns as well as honey,]