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Oct 2010
I never thought that someone could love
communication more than Telsa.

Then I saw Jessica texting:

pounding keys
a sweaty finger moves around
in circular motions,
the phone vibrates
opens in anticipation,
more fingers dance
on the soft buttons
that light up
with every tap,
a final send,
an ****** of relief
as she shuts the phone
and takes a deep breath.
2010
Written by
Don Brenner
1000
   Odi
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