he: i am playing with joey
i: i thought you played with someone else? you have countless women
he: i'm done with them, joey is someone special
i: who is this special?
he: joey, silly.
i: can i see her?
[hunter is typing....]
[i logged off]
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hunter ▸ book one
Poetryfrom like to love to hate then start at the beginning again, it was like a cycle, a cycle that i wanted to end yet i can't because i love the every edge of his imperfections, and his perfect flaws [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #48 | short story...
