Sky Is Limited

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[Artwork by Chen Ping]


Sky is limited.
Ain’t your dreams.
Teleport to that world,
Where you are illimitable,
Where you are untold,
Where you are not just a story.
But a soul of an entire world of inception.

Be the sire of your dreams.

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