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Still waters run deep


Alligators moving unnoticed Waiting to be fed Just like the demons ruling my fears obdurately Waiting to be fed Almost so clear, the predators can be seen If scrutinized Eyes so deep, the secrets can be seen through If scrutinized Silent waves look easily defeated They create no choas outside Filled with tiny droplets of intelligence Acting as a cog Still waters run deep
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