Made of glass, fragile to hold,
Emotions swelling up, in an exterior that's cold.
Touch with caution, or you'll setup some flare,
I'm a gift wrapped in a box, marked handle with care.
Overtly hard, but inside tender,
You'll breach my insides, the chances are slender.
Breach with caution, lest salty water flows,
I'm a coconut that's obtuse, like a sheep in wolf's clothes.
The shell is hard, but the inner core soft,
Withdrawn and cautious, you'll find me oft.
Approach with caution, or you'll make me retreat,
I'm a turtle wanting to be petted, eagerly waiting for a treat.
I know I've put a distance, between me and you,
I'm afraid if I let you closer, you may end up hurting too.
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