Saturday, Jan. 29, 2005 - 9:33 p.m.
Her hands are still thinking about him, hands that fantasise, hands that remember, hands that tremble. Wishing for electrical silence, undisturbed sensation, take away the logic and the consequences and the ache and bask in the desire alone. She looks at her hands and demands answers, wants the sign language for the difference between willing and willing. She remembers until her fingertips are numb.
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