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Sep 2018
I knew I was ******, when I took an experiment of thought. I wondered what I'd really wish for if somehow a genie lamp wound up at my door?

And when the first words out of my mouth,
Contained no mention of wealth; No peace for the world, or Godhood, or such.
But,  maybe asking for her is asking too much.
Written by
Patrick  22/M
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