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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.
I wrote this poem. You can also find it here: Unspoken Touch - a poem by Molded - All Poetry
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