O Solid Round yet Intangible,
Thy Essence of P2P,
Composed of Solid Unobtanium
Just out of reach, for Me.
To Mine and Mine and Mine, alas,
And sacrifice your build and kin,
All for a single imaginary thing...
Nay, not even, a fraction therein.
Rise and drop, drop and rise,
Cousins come and go like flies,
Can they hold? Time will tell
For which coin tolls the final bell...
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