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Whispers from below
Harsh is what you are
No modesty at all
Covered in distress
Deny and lie,
for what you really are.
Your whispers,
are frightening, and saddening
Dangers sprawls into spiders
Your whispers just get louder,
as the spiders get bigger.
You have to live in fire
Perhaps, your soul is to cold
your touch is rugged
The heart you claim you have is coal.
Your head is meaningless
Smiles you give are disgusting
Your whispers are confusing
Profound Poem
This poem is exquisite, and unorthodoxly profound.
I like this a lot.