My head is spinning,
All this talk of technology
It brings us together
Keeps us
Apart.
In touch
A touch screen
Are ironic
Like some prophylactic
Some curtain in a marriage bed
The wall of the stall
So many messages sent
Devoid of scent
We hear from each other
Without
Rhythm, timbre or tone
Of a voice
This powerful medium
Of self-expression
Is missing
An ardent expression
And a warm touch
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