Throw a stone into the still, deep pool of emotion.
There's something down there, but its not stirring.
It doesn't want to be seen right now.
It's a bottom feeder. Deep in the murky depths,
Lurking in the shadows, and hiding in the reeds,
Like an old pike, refusing to be caught.
There's something down there, but its not stirring.
It doesn't want to be seen right now.
It's a bottom feeder. Deep in the murky depths,
Lurking in the shadows, and hiding in the reeds,
Like an old pike, refusing to be caught.
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