hollow is eve
she lives in the mist and fog of the septal region and here is where she dies not of steel nor lead of pipe or hand but- of word razor and cutting cunning lesions can she ever escape the demon suckling her nipple? death is not only for the dying.
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miss ghost
I would tell you but you might be scared. ghosts have many secrets. I do suffer from the shutterbug illness, you may have a look at my work if you like. www.ellevens.aminus3.com
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