106 DAVE LEE
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He stares up at the stars from within the hourglass, being trapped in this flimsy glass of a time that passes on.
He frowns, his fist up against the glass of it. Dave wipes the red tears from his face.. Although they keep falling.
He stares up at the stars from within the hourglass, being trapped in this flimsy glass of a time that passes on.
He frowns, his fist up against the glass of it. Dave wipes the red tears from his face.. Although they keep falling.