What is it that you speak of me-
when I am far and gone?
Long and lone, a mild speck
quite distanced from your tongue?
What is it that you speak of me
when I am out of reach?
Lost among the broken waves
preventing accidental breach?
What foul ferments leave your lips
when you are sure
you are secure
and not a work that you might speak
would ever reach my ear?
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- Agent Jellie
- "Never stop dreaming."
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