At arm’s length, I place
The many who seek me out,
There are an elite few
Closeness I can tout
Uncomfortable in proximity
I need my distance
No matter the reason.
This defines my existence
A step forward, if one takes
Instinctively I step back
Familiarity bounces off me
While I stay wrapped in a mack
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