Proximity.

Proximal obscenities
At times so limiting
Merit eating
Fermenting class
Turned tables
Broken levees
Reaching exposure
Hypothermia warning
Nothing sacred to oblige
The power of hands inside
Pockets full of sands
Ego type
Casted and broke
This mold
Of a cold woman
With a heard of gold
No time a part
Distance without
Super imposing
Nova
Let go
Fear without
Being fruitful
Expectation
Wake
Proximity held
Felt no need
Sensational know it all
Distant or not. 

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