by Tyler King   Like a silent lover, Summer slipped out this morning. The sheets were pulled aside. Summer’s clothes were gone, and my outstretched arm lay under the phantom nape of her neck, my body folded into her vacant back, my hand caressed her missing thigh.   Autumn tried to slide into Sumer’s side…

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