It’s all a pretense

Only the pull is real

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Respect may be real
Breeding demands it

But truth be told
It’s all a pretense
In the vast expansion of earth 

There’s man
And there’s woman
That’s all there is in the end

We pull one
It works
We pull another 
It quakes 
Now we want to pull them all
Doesn’t matter 
If it’s man, animal or beast 

As long as there is a hook
A chord 
And a pull 
The quake is real
The shake is felt
Beyond it all
The pull is mirrored 

But when it’s not reflected
When it remains unyielding 
The pull is lost
And replaced with abandon 

But every pull is real 
Without a pull 
Gravity 
Force
Magnet 
None makes sense 

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