i said: you can't
you said: whatever
even you'd never
ever
able to do that
i felt the shiver
the frozen hands
and butterflies.
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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...
