She sailed into the suffering seas,

Just like she through the mist sees.

Her heart lurches at the hint of land,

All she pines for is a heap of sand!

Ages since the smell of green,

And the familiar taste being only winds.

She's withered by the sea now,

She knows not to differentiate senses how!

But she's alive, it's enough it seems,

For existence is her only ord...

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