
Touch was once a verb for embracing another's skin
Now we fumble about screens that demand a bloody PIN
Depression's on the rise
There's longing in our eyes
Intimacy fell upon the sword of social din
About the Creator
CJ Miller
Author • Dog mom • Castaway
"Think of this: that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other."
- A.S. Byatt


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