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Oct 2014
I feel the burn. Exquisite to the touch. I want that heat but it could never be felt. Blue flames surround me. Children continue dancing. The witching hour is at it's peak. Soon enough, everything will go bleak.
Hi. =)
Hollow Steve
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Hollow Steve  32/M/Queens, NY
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