Her hands are the shadow of the little girl hidden behind adult clothes and a career. Still, she holds them palms up, waiting. Or she grapples with the ropes of a pulley system she will never master; it always ends with a make shift noose. Her hands are blistered from carrying the coals she […]
via Little Girl Hidden — 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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