Fingers Losing Touch
i am writing so much,
my fingers are losing touch.
is it wrong to judge
those who are so lost?
i met a kid—
an animal in disguise.
it was so strange
to see him stalk cautious lies.
it was stranger still,
to witness
what a spark of feel-good vibes
can do.
James Garratt – December 1992
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Fingers are Losing Touch – Written December 1992 (Aged 17)
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