On the Fence

Maybe it’s just us.
We’re the weird ones
That want to be walled off.
Is it so wrong
To want boundaries
And to want those lines
Respected?
Herein lies treasures
Worth protecting.
(My patience,
My solitude,
My privacy,
My will
To pass through
Moments in time,
Minute spaces,
Unfollowed,
Undetected.)

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