No control, No limits…
Just in a state of utter destruction…
No more shining… no more luster….
just a stone designed to be thrown.
what purpose does it hold..
apart from pain… apart from memory…
am i just a stone meant for the condemned.
to fly across space and time…
only destined to land at the ruins.
am i just a stone,
designed to be carved the initials of the maker..
slowly but surely…
looming through the mists of the past…
i am dust….
fading across winds..
i disintegrate… i scatter..
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