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Literature
Existing and Listening
Listen,
I know you're not listening.
You're asleep and I'm just considering,
That you might just hear me,
As I hold your hand and speak,
Words of truth, love and honesty.
Feeling,
Feeling like you're so far away,
Even though you're right next to my face.
I hold you while you sleep,
For fear of losing you in my dreams.
But I can't create the need for you,
When you're leaving in two short days;
And you can't say when I'll see you again,
So let me explain...
I'll always need you,
So I hope I can meet you,
In three years when you wake up,
When your dreams are reality.
So we can try, try, try again,
To be more than just good friends.
Listen,
I know you're not missing me.
You're afar and I'm just existing,
Writing this and listing,
The things I did wrong and girl,
I'm still seeking,
Words of truth, love and honesty.
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Literature
It Happened Again.
It happened again.
Smash my heart into a million pieces,
With only the intention of being friends.
It's what you do best,
After drinking and forgetting,
That nothing to me means more than this.
Oh, babe,
It's just another morning.
So wake up and relive,
Or tell me to just go kill myself.
Oh, I see that you've forgotten,
All those lovely words again.
I'll forgive you, and I'll never forget you;
It's impossible for me to replace you.
I'd have to recreate dreams, within dreams,
To dream of something more beautiful it seems...
So take my hand and...
Wait -
I'm letting you go this time,
Just like you asked that night.
And I can see why,
You never let me in to see,
Just how deep you kept me.
Because I can still see the sun,
And it's hindering my vision.
But it's still so hard to breathe air into my lungs,
Just knowing I'll never reach the surface of your love.
It happened again.
Smash my heart into a million pieces,
With only the intention of being friends.
It's what you do best,
After drink
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Literature
The Last Time I Saw Beautiful.
The streetlights tucked into tidal waves;
This disaster found itself uncertain in it's ways.
After a fresh breath of air, I search for you.
The harbor lights try to guide me to your view.
I can't remember the last time I saw beautiful,
Let alone said beautiful.
I swim to what's left;
A broken shore under distress.
I cater myself to medicine;
An overdose of oxygen.
As the wind whips my skin,
I remember how it came to this.
There we were,
Happy and alone, in each other's arms.
Then came a storm,
And washed everything, everything away.
The streetlights tucked into tidal waves;
This disaster found itself uncertain in its ways.
After a fresh breath of air, I search for you.
The harbor lights try to guide me to your view.
I can't remember the last time I saw beautiful,
Let alone said beautiful.
As the sky clears, and silence prevails,
I see the storm giving up, as it's done just enough,
To destroy what little life I had left.
These ruins, look so peaceful,
But yet distressed.
As my eyes sear
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Literature
I Could Find My Way.
I spend my nights searching for sleep,
But still I find earthquakes and firestorms and tidal waves.
My retinas burn and then are cleansed by the waves,
That crash over my aching, broken body.
I find the will to pick up the pen to put pressure to the wound,
And yet I am still wrong.
The pen will never cover the dense population of this laceration;
It is meant to last forever.
I reply however, nothing is meant to last forever.
But how simple expressions can be wrong.
A safe position I search for to correct the assembly line,
Hidden from the overnight caretaker.
I am spent like the hidden dollar in the jeans washed too many times without warning.
I am spent like emotion searching for a maker; a match.
I should have had warning.
I am the dollar wishing I was still with those jeans;
I am a white washed soul.
I am searching for your warmth.
I know where you are and who you are,
What you sound like, what you look like.
I know exactly where I want to be.
Please reach out to me.
I have noticed
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Literature
Predestined.
I feel as if I'm predestined for this train wreck;
I'm in love with the carnage.
The tracks lead us to the end.
I don't think we'll make it much farther,
With no hearts to defend.
They've been torn from the chest,
Like stars from the skies on the purest black nights,
As we search for the eyes of lost love still lingering.
The sun from the window disguises your presence.
You said you were leaving, and this time you meant it.
I've seen you disappear before,
But I fail to determine whether you are in fact real.
I try to find the science of your magnificent departure.
I turn my head away and close my eyes,
A desperate measure to hear your voice.
I hear you in the distance,
I just can't seem to see you anymore.
I turn my head in your direction and you're still just a picture.
I feel as if I'm predestined for this train wreck;
I'm in love with the carnage.
The tracks lead us to the end.
I don't think we'll make it much farther,
With no hearts to defend.
They've been torn from the chest,
Like
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Literature
Ink and Energy.
If I keep writing,
I'll run out of ink and energy,
To keep trying to say these things to you.
So let me stop at ellipses not read quite yet,
And ask you a question,
Did you mean all those things you said?
If you can never trust me,
Then trust me,
I'll never trust myself.
It can't be easy when I tell you,
That I'll be just fine alone.
If you can never trust me,
Then trust me,
I'll be just fine.
Spent part of the night,
And all of the morning,
Questioning how you really feel...
I still feel the same,
But I can't take you,
And I'll follow through with time,
And let it heal today and yesterday,
Oh, how I wish I was still dreaming,
And realizing that what I did was wrong,
But that I could fix a bridge broken in between...
But I'm terrified of this now.
If I keep writing,
I'll run out of ink and energy,
To keep trying to say these things to you.
So let me stop at ellipses not read quite yet,
And ask you a question,
Did you mean all those things you said?
It can't be easy when I tell you,
Tha
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Literature
Rain Drops on a Cold Night.
Words were never meant for beauty,
To be described,
But sounds slowly descibe you,
Unwritten but painted through in black and white.
I've never felt so out of place,
To never want something more than this.
I knew when I heard the rain drop,
That my heart dropped along for the ride.
Take me tonight to your emptiness inside,
So I can fill the void in right.
I know it takes time to heal the wounds,
That we've made along the way,
But I want to see again and so do you.
I want to make you feel beautiful.
I want to make you feel again.
I've never felt so out of place,
To never want something more than this.
It's raining outside.
I feel this moment,
Has been lasting for days.
I'll wait for you to if you want me to,
I'll help you to feel the way...
I'll show you the world through the rain.
Keep you dry and show you the world outside.
Protect you but be by your side.
If I am what you want then follow me in the rain.
We'll lose what we've held for so long,
That has been holding us back from mendi
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Literature
Papercut Rehearsal.
I'm looking at you through the mirror,
And I see you that you're still shivering.
And to be completely honest,
By the sudden drop of temperature in my chest-
I have a feeling that these words,
Which I've written backwards,
Will never make it past your lips.
...Rehearse the silence,
I'm not sure what to say -
I've never had a name leave a bad taste.
But you roll off of the tongue so easy.
I'm so tempted by fate.
I'm never seen in your dreams,
But dreams torn apart,
Are papercuts mended by sleep.
Slow motion, this movie shot through glass is made.
You're a star, and tonight the skies are flashing-
Like cameras, and you're reflecting light on my face-
And to be completely honest,
For the first time in years, I smile,
And you still seem like a dream I can't accomplish.
A sleep I cannot dream.
A feeling I cannot feel.
...The actress does not finish her first three lines,
And the crowd can't help but to feel dissapointment.
Shh, please - cast your shadow alone in the dark.
I can do this with
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Literature
The Lion's Den.
Cuts sew slowly in a sleeve's shadow,
Just as a lover's whispered words sound hollow.
Seperate the monument from the fact,
And we are nothing, yet glorified.
My experience in surrender is gifted architecture-
In a world at war with time.
We are symbolized as revolution,
But we're sneaking beyond border lines.
Like quicksand, these faces pull you in.
A pull like a lion starving for attention.
A pull becomes a drag and we're told stories by-
Lion-sadomasochists searching for revenge.
Cuts sew slowly in a sleeve's shadow,
Just as a lover's whispered words sound hollow.
Is this the end of time?
Where the tallest tower falls?
And hot air balloons sink into the sand?
We fail as we rise because of our gifted minds.
Is this all we can give,
To time and our lives?
The rank on our sleeve hides the bite marks,
That have been glorified beyond promising solutions.
We are the problem in the lion's den.
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Literature
Whispers Hurt.
There's something about the look in your eyes,
During your violent screams at the sky.
The snow seems to moisten your tongue,
All the while your heart is drying out.
I like to watch you hold your breath,
But this time you're different,
I can feel it coming ahead,
This feeling is not permanent...
So, let me say that I would like to see you...
Girl, would you meet me in the city?
I could tell you the truth;
This endless goodbye concerns me.
If my voice ever reached you,
I would assume you feel alone and cold.
So secret--I'll try.
I'll be by the front door,
Waiting to knock with knuckles turned in on the creases,
Telling myself to stop sh-sh-shivering and in the mean time,
And I know you're inside, having a good time without time on your mind.
So secret--I'll try.
There's something about the look in your eyes,
During your violent screams at the sky.
The snow seems to moisten your tongue,
All the while your heart is drying out.
This endless goodbye concerns me.
If my voice ever reaches you
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Literature
'Finding Inspiration.'
I can't believe you're all that I need.
A slap to the wrist is the calm before the storm.
Suffering; I am existing to exit from this grief,
Without you I am watching my life unfold through your inner extremities.
I'll travel through starvation,
And if you come back to the center,
I'll lend a hand to your patience,
To end my weak and weary walk alone;
I chance to unravel to just a broken heart,
To make you feel as if you are at home.
I try to change but I can't seem-
To find the inspiration left in me;
I look to you from a frozen window view,
And I'm lost in the frost on the windowpane.
So here I am spelling your name,
And just in case you fall through the snow,
I'll grab your hand and direct you where to go.
I can always find inspiration in you.
I can't always find inspiration in me.
I try to change but I can't seem-
To find the inspiration left in me;
I look to you from a frozen window view,
And I'm lost in the frost on the windowpane.
So here I am spelling your name,
And just in case
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Literature
Written In Your Words.
Holding your chest,
You're glaring at me in spite,
And now I'm cold and warm inside,
With a cigarette as misplaced warmth.
I'm sorry,
The sight of you made me angry,
So I got up quickly and left the party.
Lock yourself up behind closed doors;
Like you always do when you're afraid.
Talking through solid,
"I can never be with you, again!"
...I'm sorry, but you you should love her,
Not me, because I'm three steps away from being a friend.
Oh, cigarette as misplaced warmth,
Hold me at night because its gone.
I hear the door slam and I inspect,
Careful not to breathe in too deep,
Expecting so much more of a confrontation...
After the marks dissapeared from the neck,
He picked up his feet and walked away.
Now it's just me and my cigarette,
And a lighter holding my hand...
I have such a beautiful signature,
And this is in sincerity:
We're over.
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Literature
Cardboard Cover Ups.
I listen to your cardboard cover ups,
And you know I tell you that you're worthless.
Your metal teeth belong to my empty love,
And you know I can see myself in you.
Rip, rip away each day;
Try to remember the one smile not self induced.
I'm missing my teeth but I can forget,
Because I am finally red enough to deal with it.
Seduce my skin, you are my fortress.
Every night I hang from my wrist--
Missing your kiss.
I've been meaning to apologize,
But I've lost track of time.
I'll pull a chair for you, soft like tissue;
I know your favorite color has always been mine.
Why did I ever hold you like this?
Your smile and lips  paralyze me into submission.,
Yet at the end of the night I always wash away what's left.
I listen to your cardboard cover ups,
And you know I tell you that you're worthless.
Your metal teeth belong to love,
And you know I can see myself in you.
Kisses are invisible cuts.
Cuts are you.
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Literature
What Would I Say to You?
Overwhelmed but repeating;
I'm clearly sobbing but I have to be rational here.
Insanity erases memories.
Turn to the creator's tongue--
Receive lashings wet from tears to the face; the message is clear.
My jaw cracks from the pressure;
What would I say to you?
And with every morning I splinter with wonder,
Would I still have to tell the truth?
And with every morning I sacrifice warning,
Would I still have the courage to speak?
Our wrists become too tight to unwind,
And maybe we are held by the artist inside of all of us.
I can create a moment of beautiful existence in mind,
But the greatest therapy will always be a cut on the wrist.
A falsetto heartbeat breaks the silence just in time,
And I can see you faintly through the keyhole's despair.
Overwhelmed but repeating,
I'm clearly sobbing but I have to be rational here.
Turn to the creator's tongue.
My eyes water from the snapshot rendering;
How could I look to you?
And with every night I refrain from speaking,
Would I still have to tel
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Literature
Hold the Camera Still.
These stars are scars forming constellations,
But we're all missing the point,
That they just light the way to stellar confusion;
Turning love into light into life,
And we're burning; steering into the sun.
Sound effects and dramatics,
Hopeless romantics.
My throat is raw from your voice.
Please hold the camera still,
It's you I can't seem to feel anymore.
It's your finger on the trigger,
That's making me shiver,
And in this cold shower I'm a star--
But without you I am alone,
Forgetting my lines in between the scars.
Wrap me in your warmth,
But hold the camera still.
It's your smile that carries us through tonight.
Rehearse goodbye.
I can taste it on your lips,
And I'm not even near you.
Rehearse goodbye,
It's not even worth the effort,
Or the time it would take.
But tonight, I'm hoping,
Hoping words can move you...
Let's drop the script,
And just walk away.
It could be like we never met;
Forgetting each other's names.
But instead we say how we felt,
And how we feel,
And how we fell.
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Literature
Open Wound.
Just like blood spills over an open wound,
You're always quick to close the casket.
Deny the ability to heal;
Feed your sentences with ten dollar pity.
I feel no sympathy for you,
With your scripted lessons in remorse.
I feel the way you reassure to the helping hand,
Until another gives you a better reach.
You slap away dignity with stolen fashion sense.
Continue to wrap yourself in graphic synthetics;
You will never become respect.
Just like blood spills over an open wound,
You're always quick to hide the cut.
Caught with metal teeth,
Words become your Achilles,
Unknowingly becoming your beliefs.
The fire looks so bright because of warmth,
And yet, you forget to thank those who provided the wood.
I become the ember after an eternity of giving;
I burn from remarks made of fraudulence.
Just like blood spills over an open wound,
You're always quick to cover the abrasion.
I will bleed no more.
I expel the shrapnel from thy skin.
I have done no wrong.
I am the innocence to your belated chi
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Literature
Black Rose
Black Rose
by DryCellBodyCrumbles
Take my cold hand
We'll make this stand
Together
Retribution
No solution
No, never
For we are the fishes of this dark sea
And we are the leaves of this sickening tree
Oh, we are the letters that darken this prose
Yes we are the petals of this
Black
Rose
We reach out slow
The dark won't go
It's frightful
But we will win
Battle through sin
Despite all
For we are the fishes of this dark sea
And we are the leaves of this sickening tree
Oh, we are the letters that darken this prose
Yes we are the petals of this
Black
Rose
Draw it out in letters bold
On the pavement dark and cold
Far away from this old sight
It's the black rose OF THE NIGHT!!!
For we are the fishes of this dark sea
And we are the leaves of this sickening tree
Oh, we are the letters that darken this prose
Yes we are the petals of this
For we are the fishes of this dark sea
And we are the leaves of this sickening tree
Oh, we are the letters that darken this prose
Yes we are the petals of this
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Withered Man
He stands cold,
his face a harsh winter—
     chiseled texture on a
     velveteen surface.
         
He smells of lost woodwork,
morning tea dust;
his eyes are black-and-white reruns
         with a hint of television snow.
The park children scuffle
on their glimpse of the lone man.
They fret but they're curious—  
        playful parking-lot pigeons.
He walks
as though he is blind in his senses;
silent for now
and solemn ahead. His feet pretend they are buried in sand.
He is motionless
        [still-frame]
on a haggard park bench;
a statue among a flocking of life,
but his mind pleads to differ—
     his abstract memories stroll down their lane
     and sit humbly against a few fading trees,
  
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Literature
Euthanize the Night
A soft
     hush
and the dim lights flutter.
Velvet whispers
leave your moist lips
             vulnerable.
My eyes exhale;
deep and
   mesmorized,
the way a lonely sailor
   melts
as quiet land seeps
through a fog.
I hesitate to grasp
my withering remains
as your
touch
        warps me
into a metaphysical being.
[silent slave]
An invisible kiss
        penetrates
your lustful body;
We euthanized the night.
      I hope dawn will
forgive us.
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Literature
Hushed Bliss
Seeping into her horizon;
              a tranquil Dust
swimming in the light.
                                 Incorporeal haven.
Tacit touch
      leaves
          acid crutch.
Her lambent skin
             erotically confuses.
Intimite lips
penetrate a
phantasmagoric
        implosion
of my
                          shattered
                   
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Literature
Tried and Failed...
i'm not here anymore, behind that locked door
death to you all, i ahve been mauled
rogue, renegade, you will pay
i'm in the inside, they are outside
I TRIED TO HIDE, I TRIED TO CRY, I TRIED TO.....die
all is now lost, you have seen the end,
a plague, in it's might and glory,
mourning, drifting apart, escape...into me
now two pea's in a pod, wallowing in self pity
the mystery of nightfall shadows you
isn't it sad? we forfeitted our lives
an acclimation, an abomination
shrouded in myst, i have become a cyst,
burnt out,
nothing is left,
i have become a cleft
i'm in the inside, they are outside
I TRIED TO HIDE, I TRIED TO CRY, I TRIED TO.....die
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Hated Love
I kissed you goodnight
Hoping to see you again
You kissed me goodbye
Knowing you'll never call
I ignored the voice
The voice in my head
Saying "he will never call"
I fall asleep at the phone every night
Hoping for it to ring
To hear your voice on the other line
I should have noticed the fake smile you gave me
I should have seen the face you made during the kiss
I should have known
You were too good to be true
It's been a month now
Did you find someone better?
What's your excuse this time?
The tears stained my face
My hair hasn't been made
My clothes haven't been washed
The dishes not done
The food growing moldy
The night felt magical
That night we kissed
I thought you felt it
Guess not
The gun in my hand
Pointing to my heart
My finger on the trigger
Is this what you want?
My hand is shaking
     *BANG*
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Literature
Black and Blue
Harsh winds of silence that blow restlessly
Across the milky mirrors of the room.
Oh pain, how well I now know you;
In the locked heart where lives doom.
To travel in cars that rush to nowhere,
To ponder endlessly the shaking walls
That are ever demanding I yield inside
To the drums of creeds that I install.
There is not mercy in waves of truth;
There is not salvation to be found here.
Instead I cover myself with a blanket
In the hope that I will overcome this fear.
When love is a lost world without need,
Even now, the pangs of confidence ends.
Serenity is but a word not used to feed
The aching solace of the impassioned soul.
Loving freedom, I must now surrender.
I succumb to the total loss of control
That is ever present in my fractured mind.
I sense the weight of a disturbed soul
Which admits it does not know the way.
What tales will be left for me to tell
As I age and realize I have little say
In the random hurting that is inflicted.
I call you, but there is not an answer.
Only the
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Literature
The longest night
Moonlight gilds the ground
Shining through slits between the leaves
Keeping me company through the long night
For daylight refuses yet to stir
The wind of darkness is cold and sharp
Clawing my face, penetrating my skin
As I wait alone, for tomorrow to find me
Curse the darkness and its inquisitive ears
For it can hear my tears
Oh, goddess of the moon, shelter me,
Take me into your arms, away from harm
Shield me from the murky world outside
Keep me hidden from prying eyes
As I fall apart and weep
I close my eyes against the emptiness
And let the shadows clasp me close
Am I to shun? They who love me as they can?
Embracing me as they devour my soul
I know they will never desert me
These spirits that keep the nightmares at bay
Silently sing me to sleep
And as I begin to drift off, I whisper a plea
To the spectres who guard me, and to the moon
Oh, beings of the night, please wait with me
Watch over me till the sun once again soars
Banishing the darkness and the chill in my bones
Awaken me t
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Literature
Forgotten Hero
Where am I?
Was the first thing he thought when he opened eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. A fan was rotating slowly above him and he could make out one blade with a deep scratch in the wooden surface that would pass over his face ever two seconds or so.  He took a deep breath through his nose and the room smelled stale. Like the air hadn't moved in weeks, maybe months. Even with the fan above him the air didn't move and the smell was of dirty motels and cheep slum apartments. It wasn't a pleasant smell. Like sex and mothballs. He curled his fingers and gripped the sheets underneath him. They felt cold and as stale and dirty as the air around him. He shifted his weight a little; the bed was uncomfortable also. It was old and worn. A very uneasy feeling began to creep over him.
How did I get here?
He thought as he sat up to get a better look at the room around him. The room was small and it made him feel a little claustrophobic. The bare walls were white, or more accurately
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Any of my watchers still out there and about on DA?

I'm in the midst of getting the majority of my works published! I'm excited.

I haven't written in a long time, due to problems out of my control. The most important thing, however, is that I am alive and well.

How is everyone?
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MoonkissedRedRose Featured By Owner May 15, 2009
thanks for the :+fav: :heart:
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OrdinaryOddity Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2008   Photographer
wow...DA... its been so loooong, good thing i SUCK now!

ftw.

lolrotflmfao
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jackflint Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2007
DONT CLICK ON THE LINK
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Disturbed1Maddie Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2006
Thanks for the fave. You seem like the kind of guy who appreciates good Shakespeare. :D
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Cystic-Cynic Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2005
Hey DJ, how was the training? =p


Glad to have you back man!
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dutchshun Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2005
Great Poetry !








wishing well
coins desire
dreams ripple~
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PinkWeeds Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2005
you use the word "hunny" a lot in your poetry- I think if you could push past that you're poetry would really be amazing.
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wannabedylan Featured By Owner May 30, 2005
Wow your stuff is excellent.Nice one man.
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