Nothing.

Here I am again-

A pebble on the border

Of having something interesting to say.

I wish I could just write what I think

I wish I could just say what I mean

I wish my words could have better senses

And I wish that all my poems could rhyme

But not this time

Because genies only grant three wishes

And only when they exist.

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