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Cell phone on an unmade bed

An unsent drunk text during no contact

by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…

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define: Atrophy

by Shannon Blameuser Take me over. Possess me. I’ll let you. I’m lost in what I thought I was, Missing what I once had, To have it would enthrall. Your eyes hypnotize all my senses, And I’m yours, faithfully. The once clandestine flutter of my heart becomes erratic, I feel…

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