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Patkzk
I put my hands in my pockets,                                    protecting Whatever can be found inside I found it! It was a child in a small red house,  and then an apartment, and then in a lamp... 3, 2, 1, I Am the Genie. You wished for my health, You wished for me to stay, And the last wish              You gave it to me! But I am not your genie... I belong to the child, To the past, to the future... But most importantly, To the wonderland. Take your hands out of your pockets!
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
My belonging: the moment