pull me half way in
introverted so clean the allure pulls pulls
Introspective lost in the universe of ideas
the surface almost common living
Peak under there with your imagination
Patience and grace hold still
surrender yet hold chaos in your hand
knead it like bread
Pull me through
fires rage and resistance cooks me
Just a meal
just a meal
The depth noone sees
subtle eye
surendering in chaos
yet owning it
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