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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All the things I left behind
By Tom Baird As I wake up, I find my left side is numb where I have been lying on it, and my hand aches from having supported the weight of my face, which is also kind of greasy to the touch, something that you clearly needed to know. My…