I am but dust and ashes;
Dust of whirled dust, and ashes from wasted worlds.
Dead universes of dusty relics, the dust shook down
From the first creatures footsteps, from a bird's dust bath,
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Most men do carry two stones ; } We only throw them at night toward the pains of the ones we crave. BTW a lovely poem. thanks, jr
Heads you win, tails i lose. Rabbie, two stones, thats cheating lol.