Unspoken Touch

Oh my, touch is senseless,

painful and helpless too

when the humming is absent.

It forms temporary meanings,

written in voice and spoken in readings.

It creates, shapes, and bonds us.

Touch serves as a broken bridge.

It will never connect us truly.

Knowledge and words will be 

the planks to our existence. 

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