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Oct 2014
Hell is real. Heaven's a lie. My flesh burns, with each wretched line. As my blue skin peels, I re-align with my being. That dude's also hollow. So, where's the truth between space and time?
Hollow Steve
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Hollow Steve  32/M/Queens, NY
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