Touch Poem by soren Barrett

Touch

I reach up through skin and muscle touching bone
where I feel the thoughts within this room of living stone
Broken fragments of truth, torn from value's cloth
faded fairytales of youth eaten by moth
Here rusted relics, reminders of the past
can not be trusted but are blinders o'er eyes cast

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