Fillip

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Hungry for more,
I kept going on and on
Like an ox on a field,
Like a hand round the clock,
My hay never stopped a bit.

At the cliff of no return,
There I stood to see what's more,
Myself amid none;
Empty in Vanity of my cave,
Busy was my new wall.

I leapt in faith,
Climbed over my wall of shame,
'Tis never too late to start again;
Not knowing what to say;
I began with hello my friend,
What's your name?
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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