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I am silent, like a well.
I will hold all your wishes, every single penny thrown in, every secret.
They are safe with me.

And then sometimes I become scattered thunder storms
that go as quickly as they come.

And other times I am too full,
and suddenly I am geyser-like,
pouring forth all the loss of a thousand lifetimes.

Then there is a rock. The largest, most loving stone.
Who absorbs all the water
until I am again a still wishing well,

ready to hold again all the pennies of the world.