
We talked more here than at home. It was the only place I could look at you and love you timelessly. The silence, was comfortable too. No longer punctuated with betrayal and bickering about anything, from the biscuit tin to communism. I guess it’s all worthless now. It won’t lessen the distance or […]
via The Vale — My Screaming Twenties
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Amir Holloway aka DatGuy
I am a poet, writer, and self-published author of the new Anthology of poems and erotic shorts stories Sex with Luna.
A big nerd, but hopeless romantic, I have spent most of my time reading while writing poetry and sensual shorts of my daily adventure in life!
Currently, I am working on my first novel Rose Red, Snow White, that's heavily influenced by Zane and Stephen King (My two Favorite authors of all time).
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