A. Williams

Portland squire.
Never on his phone, never texts back.
Probably knows what it feels like to have your ass eaten by god.
Knows the nuances between a sunset and rose-colored glasses,
since he’s tasted the texture of both.
Knows the worth of gold and champagne as equal to that of
sunlight breaking through an overcast, late autumn
or the sand between your toes.

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