"Oh Penelope,
Are you filled with air?
Swallowed oxygen?
That makes you float up?
Is it dropsy?
Will your lungs swell?
It’s depressing me,
To see you struggle.
I’m treading water with my oars,
Glass galeons anchored, oceans floors.
I’m diving down with all my gear,
In search of treasure, para mi corazon.
Take you to the forest,
Let you feel the raindrops falling down,
Seeping through your redscales.
Eliminate the faucet,
Eliminate the need for water,
Replace it with a safe shell."
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