All we pine for deeply, is the simple and warm touch,
Yet quills are what we get from others, can't help much!
It's in our nature to hurt and pierce, when we get too close,
We may think it otherwise, but we are more thorns than rose.
Behind their tough exteriors, lies a sensitive skin,
The turtle is made for endurance, slow and steady they win.
Limited by their mutual shells, they can't get close enough,
I wonder if what lies underneath, is equally hardened stuff.
A hedgehog meets a turtle, the match is made in heaven,
One can be aggressive and sharp, the other retreats in safe haven.
The need for warmth and company, makes them stick around,
That there are no better options, keeps them forever bound.
Lets shed our quills and shells, we need to be vulnerable, naked and not shy,
We all need others at one time or the other, so lets get together, huddle and cry.
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