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some of us Crave it,
some of us disLike it,
some of us Hate it,
some of us inVite it.


some of us dont Want it,
some of us dont Need it,
some of us are Seeking it,
some of us are Hogging it.


some of us will Order it,
some of us will Revel in it,
some of us are Bored oF it,
some of us will never Get it.


some of us are Waiting for it,
some of us are for the Taking,
some of us will take the Menu,
some of us will set the Table.



"why was Six a fraid of Seven?"

so
here we Are:






Arnold......Shortman,
Shorty......Meeks,
Mr......Meese­eks,
Ezekiel......Whitmore.


Morphine,,,,,,Morpheus,
Neo......Geo,
OG......Sour,
Sour......Diesel.


DeeDee's......Br­other,
Cousin......Vinny,
Vinny's......Lover,
Brothers......Grimm­.


Grim......adVentures,
Billy......Madison,
Hansel,,,,,,Gretel,­
Chelsea......Grin.










Grimace,,,,,,Misery,
Mister......eB­onic,
Bonny,,,,,,Clyde,
Kyle,,,,,,Kenny.


Kenny......Powers,
Pow­der  Puff  Girls,
"Girls  Girls  Girls",
Girls  Gone  Wild.


Wil­ee......Coyote,
Coyote......Ugly,
Ugly......Betty,
Betty......Cro­cker.


Doctor......Parnassus,
Doctor......Krieger,
Doctor......H­orrible,
Doctor......Evil.










Evil......Knievel,
Felix....­..the  Cat,
Captain  Jack  Sparrow:
"Captain......my  Captain".

­
Tinman,,,,,,Scarecrow,
"Rowrow  Rowyer  Boat",
Bo......Burnham,
­Earnest,,,,,,Vern.


Verdict,,,,,,Votive,
deVotion,,,,,,Vengeance­,
aVenging......Evey,
V,,,,,,Vendetta.


Denace......the  Menace,­
Crystal......Globes,
Snow,,,,,,Aesthetics:
Skeletal......Sheddin­g.










Head,,,,,,Tail,
Sally,,,,,,Jack,
Jack......Rabbits,
­Magic......Hatters.


Shattered......Glass,
Glasgow......Smile,
G­uile,,,,,,Vega,
Akuma,,,,,,Ryu.


You,,,,,,Me,
Beneath......the  ­Bleacher:
Jeepers,,,,,,Creepers,
Reapers......of  Seeds.


Seeds......of  Chucky,
Chuckie......Finster,
Principal......Muriel,
Yuri......Gagarin.
­





©  Copyrighted  Jesse  James  Adams

.






Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Walk with me n be my Friend:
fending oFF thee awful Qualm,
calming all the thoughts of Death.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Talk to me if no one Else.
"tell me what to do aGain?...
...death is gonna Haunchew."


Mirror Mirror on the Wall,
Waltzing in my ball of Hair;
share the Yarn of all you Bear,
spare the Rod n chop the Sheers.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
"Welcome to the slums of Hell."
help me Speak in bleeding Tongue.
"vi la Vita......vi de Vel".








Mirror Mirror on the Wall:
wall of Talking thought so Clear;
hear the Fall of waldo's Water,
thrall the Call of ocean Odlaw.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
call my Bluff n cuff my Arms,
bar my Cell n sell my Soul,
sow the Seed n reap its Rose.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
flaunt my Card n guard the Door.
Youre the one im steering Clear of...
..."ofCourse you are."


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all i Know is no ones Lost,
mossy Oak is all i Know,
frozen Walls i call my Home.








Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all you Are ish ards of Glass;
lashing Out n always Laughing,
laughing as you watch me Ball.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all you Do is use my Tears.
here you Are with all the Cotton,
swabbing all my flaws n Fears.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
call me what you always Do:
stupid Queer n weird n Ugly."dont
******* Tell me what to Do."


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
talk the way you always Have:
Chanting like a ******* Trucker,
Cussing like a ******* Sailor.








Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Hollow be my only Name.
satan stole my only Halo:
angel of a broken Cross.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Follow me n see my View.
you should see what i have Saw...
...all ive seen is You.


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all you Are is all i Am.
have you not a ******* Conscience?...
..."obviously Not."


Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
walk a long this haunted Path.
after That if you can Laugh...
...so can I.








Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all youve Done is run n Hide.








'and Then...
...tyler was Gone.


was iaSleep?...
...had  i Slept?'


-  Jack's Medulla Oblongata  


.

-

just another paper
that
panders to the lowest
common deNominator.

-

nothing was as Beautiful --
as
You when you would stand aKimbo..

..boasting Insults  --  talking ****.

hips were Posing  --  so obTuse.

.


these are things that make me Sad:..








imagining how sad that Powder must be...
...after Labor day.


imagining how sad rabecca Black must be...
...on Wednesday.


imagining how sad quasiModo would be...
...in Gattaca.


imagining how sad rosie oDonnel would be...
...in Ethiopia.


imagining how sad benjamin Button woulda been..
...in Neverland.


imagining how sad sleeping Beauty would be...
...finally waking Up........n seeing meDusa.










imagining how scared free ***** must be...
...of sunshine aQuarium.


imagining how scared jimmy Neutron would be...
...in sleepy Hollow.


imagining how scared that Pingping musta been...
...of Sultan.


imagining how scared that Avatars woulda been...
...of ******.


imagining how scared that Petrified wood would be...
...of paul Bunyan. (Dumb xD)


imagining how scared
six jodie Fosters would be
in a Panic room with seven Hannibals.










imaging how bad trig Palin would be...
...at Trigonometry.  (too Much..)


imagining how bad epiLeptic children are...
...at Laser tag.


imagining how bad steven Hawking would be...
...at Roller derby.


imagining how bad that Rainman woulda been...
...at Rain dancing.


imaginging how bad helen Keller woulda been...
...at Karaoke.


imagining how bad desiree Jennings musta been...
...at Hopscotch.










imaginging how effortlessly,
robin willams was Acting...
...in will Hunting.


too Soon?...
...Oh........Sorry.


"Thats okay...
...its not your Fault."


Thanks babe.


.

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sometimes i wonder if i Learn anything -

sitting in the back of class with etchings n Sketchbooks,

looking through dimensions of a delicate World,

burning through the canvas with mechanical Pencils,,






.

the
point of which a Roller coaster
reaches its Peak;
leaving not a place to Go..
..but Down.



a
downward Spiral.


-

-






this is just a Slum  --  this is just a Slum.
this is just a Dungeon full of monkeys n Crumbs...
they
rummage through the Trash  --  smashing yer Drum,,
strumming their guiTars  --  barring you in Cages.




this is a Furnace  --  this is a Furnace.
this is just a furnace full of ashes n Fern...
...first its yer Flesh  --  then its yer Nerve;;
burning to thee End  --  ending in an Urn.




this is a Prison  --  "this is just a Cell."
this is just a Shelter of a skeletons deMentia...
..."ever met the people with a needle in the Retina?"
never ever Ever  --  never even Seen em...

..."credit to the Devil  --  dwelling in Hell."




this is a Palace  --  "this is a Palace."
this is just a palace where the people give yer Words back...
..."acting as a Friend"  --  infecting yer Palate,,
slashing yer Tongue  --  "tugging yer Blanket"...

...thanks to yer Mouth  --  now i never Sleep.
yer
"speaking to the Wall  --  crawling with Shadows."






.

'wasnt exactly what i had in Mind...
...ooooh well  --  lol

cant we all just live n Let,
let live All n all forGet,
get a Long n long to Give,
give our Selves n help the Rest,


rest in Peace n piece toGether,
gather Hands n hand it On,
honest........Be:.......be our Best,  the
best we Can........cant we All?






cant we all just pay it Forward,
for the Sake of sacred Bond,
bond........Band........bandage Cuts,
cut the Ties of tyrant Forces,


form a Chain of changing Tide,
try the Curve of turning Tables,
able?.......Learn........learn with Pride.
pry the Bars........bar the Shackles.

-






you and i would dance in Circles,

holding knives in One hand..

..lashing at eachothers Throat,
n
holding thee Other.




.

when
"time has Gone for far too Long,
and
all you Have are bags of Sand;
ill
hand you Mine and watch you Fall.
it
always makes me laugh.






after That ill dry your Tears,

clear your Eyes and hide your Sadness.
the
fact that I have cried for Years,
a
pears to be a napkin."






i
panic at the sight of love,
the
comfort of another Hand.
i
panic at the slightest Hug,

tugging from its Grasp:






Gasping as i try to Smile,

wider than i ever Have:

masking that i find you Vile.

"Liar Liar pants on Fire."

.Down
layed
just
i
like
Feeling

,Up
waking
Love

"normally my Message,  
is
meant to be diCouraging:

urging you to reConsider
burning these Chemicals.

medical aWareness
is my
bearing of Courtesy.

burn it with the **** n Liquor...
...this is a Poison."








poising........Posing  
as a
potion  for a  Voiding  
all the
voices  in yer  Dozy  
little
Red  Dead  Rosie  
little
posie  of  a  Head.
"Red  Red  Rover."


"Victor........Please..­
..come to Join us.






.

everyone  was  Lying  under
crumbling  Structures
of an
abandoned  Highway;
embracing  the  Rubble
of a
Once-Comforting  Silence...


...licenses  were  Falling  
from the
wallets of the passing  Bygones...
...gawdlessness  was  falling  from  the  Sky­.


I  Rana  Way.

hello to the Poetry -- reaching to the Sky.

hi to all the Sowing -- seed of eden's Meadow.

mellow you have Grown me -- meeting me with I.

i am all deVoting -- teaching you to Fly.

.


© Copyright Jesse James Adams

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to
day i found a Letter;
turned it to a set of Books...
...look in side the Covers
at the
verses of a cursive Message:



sigils of a Slumber;
burnt in side a den of Soot,,,
...footed under Beds,
headed with a Testament.







.

Feeling  a  Liveliness , 
of 
Dire  deSire,
is  
Living  in  Fear­lessness.

is it Weird
that
i find Icebergs...
...scarier than Sharks?

- Jack

-






some'll talk of subtle Thirst --

per the words of burning Hunger..

..others talk of utter Yearn.
its
irking Curse'll burst a Bubble.




some'll talk with humble Class --
of
static Tones n phony Numbers..

..others talk of punctured Glass --

casting Stones n throwing Punches.




some'll talk of hunching Backs,

shattered Bones n broken Rudders..

..others talk of ones who Crash:
the
tattered Boats n smoking Rubble.




some'll talk of subtle Worth --

per the words of hurting Others..

..others talk of under Earth --
in
third deGree  --  beneath the World.



_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _




some'll talk of subtle Thirst --

per the words of burning Hunger..

..others talk of Wonderland --

magic Herbs n purple Colors.






.

ohhhh -- meDusa,
you
Need Not reMind me
what
lies behind those Eyes..

..i have Seen it.


-  Gargoyle

this is where i lay my Head,
let my Brain remain aSleep,
dream of Rays n razor's Edge,
fetch a Blade n slay the Sheep,,

seep the Sheers n near the Ledge,
shed the Tears n steer the Ship,
shifting Gears n piercing Threats:
threading Needles  --  wielding Stitches.

you
"Argue and you Bicker and you Fight;
Atheists and Catholics,
Jews and Hindus argue day n Night;
over What they think is...True.
but
no one enterTains the thought that:
maybe God does not believe in You."


-  Bo  Burnham

funny how you never needed
Help when it was me n You...
but
now that im Gone,
all you do is Call.

i
finely found the courtesy
to
read a word of Poetry;
even though it only left me
questioning the Meaning
of the
feeling that it Founded,
endowingly inClining me
to
climb the highest Mountain:
loudly it inSpired me.








writing is my Dowry,
reading is the Marriage
that i
cherish at the merit of
disparaging Diaries.


"i am just a Parrot;  
a
parently we share the very
arrogance n carelessness
of
barreling Pirates."


i am just a Sparrow;
rowing over galleries
of
shallow hailing Peril..
..Paralyzed.


"i am just a Shadowing,
Shattering glass."










gallantly we Gather;
"glaringly Gradual."
happily we Harrow.
"inherently Hollow."










powers of eXistence:
symbolisms Tower over
flowers of Ivory.
"i am a Shower".


hours of Shadow;
over-cast horizons
like the
rising of Talos.
"Talos was a GIANT."


i am a just a Cane;
able to be Slain;
david and goLiath.
"i am leViathan."


i am just an Angel.
"April"......May.






Copyright Jesse James Adams

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pale........Bourbon,
burnt........Kettles,
yellow........­Bricks,
tin........Goblets,,


onyx........Bars,
dark........Shad­ows,
shady........Greed,
green........Motives,,,


golden........­Gates,
gray........Castles,
black........Lions,
white........Scar­ecrows,,


rose........Petals,
metal........Toilets,
orange......­..Food,
blue........Jumpsuits.


.

something  about  how  the
sound  of  Death  was  deafinitely  Hu­mming:

ugly  but  Comforting  n  utterly  Beautiful,

beautifly ­ enCompassed  n  disgustingly  Haunting,

tauntingly  inTrepid  n­­  infectiously  Foul.






something  about  how  the
louder  it­­  Gets........regrettably  Numbs  me:

lovely  but  Smothering  ­n  ****­ing  inScrutable.

brutally  it  Clutches  n  seductively­  Calms ­ me,

calling  me  to  Bed........collecting  me.






ever  ever­  heard  ­of  the  Butterfly  effect?

anything  it  Follows  is ­ followed  ­inCessantly.

emptiness  is  Wallowing  --  swallowing  Everything.

everything  is  Hollow  so  how­  could  you  Question  me?



-   Headless Equestrian.

-






'funny how Some people find it so Necessary
to Alienate someone for a lack of inDulgence,
passion and inVolvement in a fraudulent Lifestyle..

..i would rather pass my Time in padded aSylums.






-

Arent We All
such
wonderful   Students,

Arent We All
such
musical  Beings,

Arent We All
such
wonderful  Chorus,

Arent We All
such
horrible  Teachers.








Arent We All
such
wonderful  Muses,

Arent We All
such
beautiful  Paintings,

Arent We All
such
wonderful  Portraits,

Arent We All
such
horrible  Makings.








Arent We All
such
wonderful  Users,

Arent We All
such
punitive  Liars,

Arent We All
such
wonderful  Forgers,

Arent We All
such
horrible  Tryers.








Arent We All
such
wonderful  Fuses,

Arent We All
such
luminous  Lighters,

Arent We All
such
wonderful  Scorchers,

Arent We All
such
Forest  Fires.








Arent We All
such
wonderful  Humans.

...to
eliminate the World,

burn entire Villages -

till it all disintegrates.

april's  Dawn  is  all  but  Cold;
holding  Not  the  paper  Flag­.
fragging  Gatlings, slashing  Throats;
throwing-over  plaster  Tanks.


tangled  Ra­ils  have  sailed  off  Coast,
coats  have  Hanged  from  dangled­  Rope.
boats  have  Sanquine........Daggered  cloaks.
loco  Moti­ves  don't  hold  Back.



but



Baggage  claim  has  made  me  ­Choke.
coaches  Host  a  stage of Battle:
Cattle  prods  n  pods  n  Groves,
growing  Pains  of ­ ancient  Product,


Prada  bags  n  drags  of  Smoke,
broken  Cu­res  of  pure  diSaster,
after  Math  n fractured  Bones,
bowls  of  Ash  n vats  of  Toxins,




Oxy  ma­sks  n  massive  Tokes,
hopes  oF  Dank  n  thanks  oF  Cancer,
c­andid  Land  of  sandy  Coves,
evoking  Cloves........n  copacaBa­nas,


abandoned  Cars  n  bars  of  Gold,
scolding  Coals  n  so­aking  Flesh,
selfish  Goals  n  loads  of  Chocolate,
"Charlies ­ gotta  rotting  Soul."




swollen  Chops  n  blocks  of  Engine­s,
wretched Thoughts  of  wrongful  Justice,
"just  this  Once  i­d  like  to  ****  it."
willful  Whims  n  *****  Wonkas,


walki­ng  Fogs  n  falling  Trenches,
wrenching  Claws  n  talking  Hea­ds,
headless  Worms  n  hordes  oF  Zombies--
robbing  kleptic  L­eprechauns,




calming  Storms  n  swarms  of  Locust,
hocus  Po­***  known  as Magic,
dancing  Trolls  n  tolls  of  Taxes,
Taxi  cabs  n  scalp­y  Tickets,


ticking  Clocks  n  crocks  oF  ****,
shifting  Roc­ks  n  toppling  Stones,
knowing  i  dont  know  the  Past,
passi­ng........Faces,,,,,,,,fading........Rainbows.




© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
just  Cuz  xD

all of these Books
have
cluttered my Backpack..

..leaving no Room
for
diaries n Drawing pads.




still i have my Pencil.

on
days like today id wake up Early,

leave my house around six oClock,
n
jog along an open Road;

roaming where the Wild things are:.




an
arching Path of narrow Trees,

teeming with Bones -- n flowing Marrow, -

..rowing boats with open Sail,

sailing the Coast -- of crows n Sparrows..




- rows of Golden -- golden Sand, -

..standing in the glass ive Broken..

- kinder Gardens -- carved in Tinsel,

sullen Ghouls in foolish Garments,,



a
misting Muse of musical Grace -

..racing through the moving Swings..

- singing me Through -- a ruthless Maze.

..gazing at its Beautiful -- beautiful Wings.

Hell**o mister homeless man
that
passes by my House.




how have you been Doing,
couldnt help but Notice
that youve
only gotta plastic bag
of
Raggings on your person
and the
purses of your Begging,
how have you been Doing?



.

-







passion is All,
all youll ever Have in life...
...why would you spend half the time
deCiding on the things you bought?..

..after all youve Lost.




passion is Blind,
high from all the things youve Seen...
...speaking of Eyes?
i can spy the tallest Bluff.











but
passion is Coy,
coiled like a royal Snake...
...take it as a Ploy:
the
poison of a pointed Spear...

...fear the king of Cobras.




passion is Deadly;
reMember all the things you learn...
...burn it in yer ******* Head
n
get it in Check.












passion is Evrything,
evrything you Need in life...
...why would you buy Any thing
that
sells at such expensive Prices?




passion is Free;
free the Mind n body Follows...
...talking is Cheap,
here in sleepy Hollow.

...how low can you Go?












passion is Green;
read between the lines of Red.
the
devil is Hiding...
...hiding in the Text.



my
passion is Hatred,
hatred of the word of Love...
...nothing is Sacred,
nothing but the taste of Blood...

...luscious is my Name.


-  Tom Marvolo Riddle







.


© Copyright Jesse James Adams


-

-

the
rain thats hitting my Skylight...
...sounds like popping Popcorn.

.

Someone  Once  Toldme  
that thee
Only  Known  Recipe 
for
reckle­ssness  n  Weakness,
sleeplessness  n  Pestilence,  
is
Cigarette­s  n  Poetry.
don't  we  know  it  Well.

REALLY?..

-






'went to a Store -- looking for Morals;
sorting through Books -- looking at Stories.
the
more i would Look -- the more i was Lost;
lost in a Book -- a book without a Cause...
i
bought it off the Devil -- read it in Awe...
...all of its Flaws -- costed a Sum.






.

-
'just been informed of what a theSaurus is:
apparently not a Dinosaur...  
(jk:)

-







could it be the Rats,  '
that
scurry through thee Attic...  ''
...tracking up the muddy Floors
of
porcelain Dolls?  '''


''  Hollow......only full of
omens n Bats...
'  ...stabbing through their Bone,
opening their Follicles.




'''  colder than a frozen Vat
that
shatters after Burning...
...turning to a blade of Grass
that
gathers into Stone.


only one of ****** Thorn
that
tore from a Rose...
...throw it at a pane of Glass
and
happens Nothing.

-  Hatter




.

-






i am a Lamb of laminate Wool.
"i am Wolf........following Sheep."
i am a Piece of needle n Mesh.
"i am a Shepherd........i am a Shepherd."


i am a Herd of hurdling Cattle.
"i am a Cat........catch me if you Can."
"i am a Canopy:.......peak of a Cradle."
"i am creAtor........i am creAtor."








"i am eTernal........terminal Youth."
"i am a Fountain........dousing a Flame."
"i am poSeidon:.......brother of Zeus."
"i am seLene:.......goddess of Night."


"i am a Sun:.......son of a Sky."
"i am a Sky:.......high as it Gets."
i am a Guest........questing on Earth.
"i am an Earth:.......mother of Nature."








"i am a Church:.......chirping of Grace."
i am a Maze........singing of Loss.
"i am a Cause........talking of Faith."
i am a Fading,,,,,,,,fatal emBrace.


"i am aBrasive........i am aBrasive."
i am eRasing,,,,,,,,pacing n Pacing.
i am a Prey:.......praying fer Safety.
"i am a Savior........i am a Savior."








"i am yer Thoughts:.......haunting yer Mind."
          i am a Mime:.......silently Taut.  (not Taught)
  "i am a Teacher........preaching deVision."
        "i am diVide"........i am diVided.


"i am diVine":.......dying with God.
"i am a God:.......father of Life."
"i am aLive":.......living in Dreams.
i am aSleep:.......cousin of Death.








"i am the Devil:.......maLevolent."


-  Voices



.

-






i
hear you speak in foolish Pride - when
pried apart from all your Fears.  but
Here you wreak of putrid Lies  -  n
smile Scars of all your Tears.




i
hear you speak in foolish Pride - when
pried apart from all your Fears.


.

funny how Song stops
mocking in the Cadence
after
eight or nine Trials
of
heightening Water.




funny how Comfort stops
docking on the Stitching
after
six or seven Temptings
of
severing Threading.




funny how Thought stops
rocking in the Shower
after
five or six Drinks
of
sinking deSire.




funny how Hunger stops
knocking on the Door
after
four or five Tries,
like
everyone Else.




funny how Feeling stops,
and Laughing starts.

^






who is the Farmer........allowing his chickens Near the road?






" I. "






what was the farmer Doing when his chicken Did this?






"Watching."






where did the chicken Come from in the First place?






"Captivity."






when did the chicken deCide he was Ready to cross?






"He.........Didnt."






how did the chicken even Manage to Find the road?






"North Star."






why didnt the Chicken...
...Just  Play  Chicken...
...with..  the..  Chickens?
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"why Would he?"






©  Copyright Jesse James Adams

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You  --  and I  --  held eachothers Hand,
standing under Bridges  --  wishing they would Fall.
but
all that ever Happened was a tragic death of trending Fashion:
passion  --  deScending  --  the Setting  --  coLapses.

lasting little Memories would never be an Ending that we'd
ever dream of Having  --  "after all weve Been through"...



(you would call me Clyde  --  i would call you Bonnie,
you would call me Jack  --  i would call you Sally,
you would call me Trash  --  i would call you Garbage,
you would call me Back  --  i would call you Beautiful.)



...you and i are Enemies  --  empty headed Hatters.
shattered glass of Everything  --  everything that Matters.
madder than the dreaded Queen that seeks the head of Alice:
Malice  --  Malice  --  Malice  --  Ecstacy.


-  Jesse n ­Ashlee


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(cant Sweep):




now i gotta Brush,
fluffing up the Pillow,
oh i mean the Quill!
still i dream of Colors
but i
love the way the Willow,
over grows my Shadow
as im
dozing in the Shade,
dazing in the Comfort
of a
bunker under Window sills
n
silhouettes of Widows.

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she
didnt really Go  -  with
pieces of the Puzzle;
didnt really Come  -  with
Confidence.  but
this is what i Know:
no one owns a Mona Lisa...

...shes a piece a Gold.


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