I don't need to win it, there is no joy in it,
Must accept progression, lose inept depression.

Is this you in front of me, white line s___e no subtlety,
Strike no time, less thinking of me and mine and theory of.

'Cos I don't see it as my soul, I'd call it numerical.

Taking easy further, less to please a learner
Of appreciating, second to creation.

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