Journal of a marginalized white male &trade
Hour glass sand
The last grain of her sand dropped into the bottom bell and she drew in her last breath and expired.
At her side was her lover.
At her end, he wailed and cried. He angrily shook his fists at god. And he yelled never again do you hear me? NEVER!
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