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I took my thirst to the well

Posted to Poetry




When you said there is nothing to drink
I could not believe it
I took my thirst to the well of sex
and the well was empty

So I took my thirst to well of drugs
and the well was empty

So I took my thirst to well of books
and the well was empty

I took my thirst to the well of love
and I took my thirst to the well of hate
and I took my thirst to the well of religion
and I took my thirst to the well of death
and I took my thirst to well of birth

and the well was empty

And I said "What good is an empty well"
and you smiled
and thirst was empty.