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Slow

When approaching

Like at a

Yellow light

Stop

Within a few feet

Don't touch me

Or else I'll scream

Fall

Or punch your teeth

I don't take touch

Lightly

It frightens me

Sensory

Overload

Causes me to choke

From a stroke

On the arm

Unable to fully speak

Weeping

Shaking to my feet

Don't touch me

I cant handle

The pain

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