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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By Vasile Baghiu The endless prattle in an unknown language becomes background music in a silent movie about your life, the final revise is awaited with much interest, the parallel with scenes from the novels on historical themes is welcome, the night fever is not the same as the day…