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Say no. But my body just shrugged. My fingers just unbuttoned my jeans. You were there but I missed you. Under the rippling chemical surface maybe you are still there. I should go I said and went. But still there are the parts of you my hands remember, still there are the parts of me that remember your hands. Still there are ways my body has of reminding itself of itself. There are these remains. These bodiless bones. I remember the feeling, still my body remembers, still remembers my body still remembers your body remembers my body in the dark.