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Insidious

You dwell

The lower depths

Of society

Like the

Benthic

Of the

Great sea

How long

Can you

Slither

Through sand

Below the

Question mark

Of oceans

You feel no remorse

For those you deceive

Or the lives that

You continue to end

Tell me if the touch

My fingers to the black sand

Will my skin feel as cold

As the heart in your chest

Tell me which beautiful

Star you would die for