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A star on the map, leagues in descent of ink barrels. Do I stamp my name in honor? Rise to the sturdy world Where our ancestors came and fell? Glimpse on jewels no man's eyes have yet to see; I am awake after years of disdain, distant Of my home and my inner knowledge. So what seeking wonder gives my mind an ultimatum That my heart cannot justify? I have spilled the ink Before and lost the privilege to write. So I keep on traveling, daring to look at vast beauty, Floating in the world. I am past a golden existence, But platinum is in high demand in these ages.
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 10:37 PM UTC
"Platinum Cartographer"
A star on the map, leagues in descent of ink barrels. Do I stamp my name in honor? Rise to the sturdy world Where our ancestors came and fell? Glimpse on jewels no man's eyes have yet to see; I am awake after years of disdain, distant Of my home and my inner knowledge. So what seeking wonder gives my mind an ultimatum That my heart cannot justify? I have spilled the ink Before and lost the privilege to write. So I keep on traveling, daring to look at vast beauty, Floating in the world. I am past a golden existence, But platinum is in high demand in these ages.
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Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 10:37 PM UTC
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