Terminal Touch
It is brutal,
these fingers,
tapping the cold glass
of a lifeless screen,
aching to pierce
its sterile glow
and feel the raw pulse
of another human being.
Each tap
echoes louder,
a hollow knock
in a digital void.
And yet,
I sit here,
freezing,
surrounded by neon hum,
skin hungry for warmth,
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