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Hunny (@hunn) - Collective Profile | Leipzig, DE Indian. Thin. Hairy. Slytherin. I drink. I smoke. I joke. I kid. Sometimes I write. I laugh, I cry. Figuring out the why. Follow @hunny_hans on Instagram. Recent posts: a man in a light grey suit and a peach-colored turban stands facing the camera. he is wearing a dark blue shirt and tie with a striped vest., a man stands on a wooden pier with the ocean and bright blue sky in the background. he is wearing a long trench coat over a hoodie, black pants, a beanie, and sunglasses., a man with dark hair and stubble poses in a black lace tank top and a black choker necklace. he is looking directly at the camera with a neutral expression., a young boy with dark hair and a sad expression stands in front of an outdoor water tap. his shirt is unbuttoned, and he wears patterned shorts. an adult's hands are visible near his feet, and the adult is also near the water tap..
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Hunny @hunn

Indian. Thin. Hairy. Slytherin. I drink. I smoke. I joke. I kid. Sometimes I write. I laugh, I cry. Figuring out the why.
Leipzig, DE
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He’s gonna leave and someday go away. When he comes back, he always knows what to say. I won’t forget his name, not ever, not today, not tomorrow I feel so strange when I feel sorrow. Did I open all his doors? He says it all the time, “I can’t take it anymore.” It’s like a war, sometimes it destroys us, sometimes it keeps us alive. To look for a purpose, always asking the why. I saw his silhouette as he walked away “Finally, he’s done.” Happy, I looked away. He doesn’t know me at all. I don’t even know why I called. Love is destined to make us fall. Falling in love is always the right call. And that’s when I found him. Waiting in the garden, seeing me in contempt! I beg your pardon. This isn’t broken, just bent. There’s still a part of you That knows a part of me I feel it too. Remember we said it was getting serious. Was I truly serious? Or just curious. Now, it is serious. I feel it too. Will I still open the door? He’s said it all before, “I can’t take it anymore.”
Fell in love for the first time With a friend, who was here a while Feels heaven like maybe he is mine 31 took a lifetime. People say he looks happy Because he’s sharp and skinny. Old him is still him, Maybe the real him. Look, I made him pretty He still cries I don’t know why. Makes me smile. Is he acting his age now? When will he be on his way out? He stepped off the stage, like a bird in a cage. Told him, he’s my secret He didn’t get to keep. People are hungry for the meanest, Somebody has to feed. Does he still cry? Still makes me smile. He never did any wrong. His patience is gone. He’d loved and lost for too long.
A man in a light grey suit and a peach-colored turban stands facing the camera. He is wearing a dark blue shirt and tie with a striped vest.
Indianess.
A man stands on a wooden pier with the ocean and bright blue sky in the background. He is wearing a long trench coat over a hoodie, black pants, a beanie, and sunglasses.
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Blue Shirt, Blue skies Blue Heart, louder cries. 323; possibilities. Forgot to lean on, opened the door Been aeons, stumbled on the floor Shedding layers of shame Maybe when we’re done, we’ll smell the same. Skin to skin, heart to heart, Two stories wide apart. So, we lay together, Smiling, head to toe shattered. Dreaming, of making this forever. Forever? Like nothing else matters. Two stories apart. Stoned people with stoned hearts. Crippled feelings, leaving scars. Soon, we’ll say goodbye. “Just a couple of months, he’ll move on.” Everything’ll be alright. He has everything, all’s proved on. Now, we lie together. Head to heart shattered. Used to dream, being together for ever? Forever. Nothing else truly mattered. This isn’t poetry. Poetry isn’t this.
A man with dark hair and stubble poses in a black lace tank top and a black choker necklace. He is looking directly at the camera with a neutral expression.
Dancing in flames - indestructible.
A young boy with dark hair and a sad expression stands in front of an outdoor water tap. His shirt is unbuttoned, and he wears patterned shorts. An adult's hands are visible near his feet, and the adult is also near the water tap.
I still believe in the existence of dragons, good people and other mythical creatures.
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