the night is a secret well.
no tampered space nor trace be found
for sunlight scatters the scent that dwells
in echoes warm and quick to hollow out.
while shriveled in my sleep i felt
the quiver of sullen air around,
the tender of the streams that melt
into my skin. dark walls surround
my frightful soul awakes with doubt:
why you would take me whole, engulfed
then disappear at dawn-break's sound
oh night, you're a secret well.
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if u were a frog tt grew up in the well...
and...
if u were the donkey tt fell into it
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