My arms are inviting
Open wide and my heart is warm
You get lost
Running in your own maze
I could lay out breadcrumbs but my name is not Grettle
My lips are silk
Eager to discover you
But you get lost
Running towards or from
I could comfort or cut like a knife but you don’t know
My eyes are mirrors
Reflecting winter and spring
It’s ok to get lost
Just run in circles, get lost in your maze
I am there in the middle waiting for an end and a beginning
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