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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