anthony-collazo - Hello Poetry

Ignorance has no significance when idiots can look intelligent.

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7d ago

May 27, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC

Ignorance has no significance when idiots can look intelligent.

A pencil on a canvas pressed against my tips A cadence, of lead and wood writing down my wish. The paper and the pencil birthed from the same seed From dirt to my desk, what a wonder indeed, At first they faced death broken from their roots But then they give life, when used by me or you We give this piece of paper Hope with our words our drawings and our stories shared with the world, so even tho the tree has fallen no more leaves to grow Out of its destruction came alive Something wonderful. Every book and every single article written in the daily blog came from deep within the dirt, they say we humans too are made of clay and mud So when we fall like trees in the silent woods, will we make a noise at all.

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May 11

May 11, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC

Tree

A pencil on a canvas pressed against my tips A cadence, of lead and wood writing down my wish. The paper and the pencil birthed from the same seed From dirt to my desk, what a wonder indeed, At first they faced death broken from their roots But then they give life, when used by me or you We give this piece of paper Hope with our words our drawings and our stories shared with the world, so even tho the tree has fallen no more leaves to grow Out of its destruction came alive Something wonderful. Every book and every single article written in the daily blog came from deep within the dirt, they say we humans too are made of clay and mud So when we fall like trees in the silent woods, will we make a noise at all.

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They said I have mental issues So I grabbed and stabbed a kid with a pencil, once now they're worried ill come to school with a pistol, huh Teacher used to tell my mom shes worried about my future, yeah Now im here like dam im worried too, f**k Scared what I might I do losing all these screws really gives an urge to shoot I've been on a search for loot but I have no map or proof it exists, do you? These goofs need new moves Their puppet strings tied in loops everytime they f**k with me my patience disappears like pooof, Oops, look what you made me do (Abracadabra) Garbage bags and rolled up rugs Bl**dy rags and wiped down guns Silver slugs and spread out thoughts Dont you run, you said your tough Let's see son if you really are Crying moms and d**ty cops That cover up for a couple bucks, If you ever felt lucky well your luck is up You should've thought twice about the s**t you done Class is in session and the bell just rung Thats when you hear someone scream, oh my god, he's got a gun.... Now it's Ambulance and flashing lights mega phones and civil rights kids are dead so shoot on sight No questioning when you take young life, Chairs and desks against the doors Praying and hoping he runs out of ammo or just gets bored or maybe he'll keep his score towards the ones who caused his stress who spilled his drinks flipped his trays and offended him, We really hope he skips this class just walks right pass this is math and it won't add up his bullies we're in English, Go subtract them Divide us up we aren't part of that equation we never crossed paths or even talked I know that sounds selfish and so f**ked up but what did I do to deserve to die it's all f**ked up, so if selfish keeps me alive then I'm f**ked up, You expect me to put my life on the line, now thats f**ked up, what good am I against a revolver or a nine I'd get f**ked up, So the teacher kept us all tucked up in a corner saying hush hush hush Whole time all we heard was pop pop pop, Til the cops showed up, then it finally stopped, It finally stopped.

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 3:58 PM UTC

School shooter story

They said I have mental issues So I grabbed and stabbed a kid with a pencil, once now they're worried ill come to school with a pistol, huh Teacher used to tell my mom shes worried about my future, yeah Now im here like dam im worried too, f**k Scared what I might I do losing all these screws really gives an urge to shoot I've been on a search for loot but I have no map or proof it exists, do you? These goofs need new moves Their puppet strings tied in loops everytime they f**k with me my patience disappears like pooof, Oops, look what you made me do (Abracadabra) Garbage bags and rolled up rugs Bl**dy rags and wiped down guns Silver slugs and spread out thoughts Dont you run, you said your tough Let's see son if you really are Crying moms and d**ty cops That cover up for a couple bucks, If you ever felt lucky well your luck is up You should've thought twice about the s**t you done Class is in session and the bell just rung Thats when you hear someone scream, oh my god, he's got a gun.... Now it's Ambulance and flashing lights mega phones and civil rights kids are dead so shoot on sight No questioning when you take young life, Chairs and desks against the doors Praying and hoping he runs out of ammo or just gets bored or maybe he'll keep his score towards the ones who caused his stress who spilled his drinks flipped his trays and offended him, We really hope he skips this class just walks right pass this is math and it won't add up his bullies we're in English, Go subtract them Divide us up we aren't part of that equation we never crossed paths or even talked I know that sounds selfish and so f**ked up but what did I do to deserve to die it's all f**ked up, so if selfish keeps me alive then I'm f**ked up, You expect me to put my life on the line, now thats f**ked up, what good am I against a revolver or a nine I'd get f**ked up, So the teacher kept us all tucked up in a corner saying hush hush hush Whole time all we heard was pop pop pop, Til the cops showed up, then it finally stopped, It finally stopped.

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Pandora box has been opened

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Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 3:24 PM UTC

Death

Pandora box has been opened

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When you're a criminal can't be too predictable, gotta set a role and play your part professional con artist this ***** like art Cause you gotta take a, step back to see the bigger photon an electromagnetic radiation emitted by the form of, you're thoughts But who's planting the seeds that brought forth this vivid imagery the guns the drugs the women that sell it to get paid to feed their little seeds the mothers who get slaughtered deserted With no love help or chance to be free But **** it we thugs, We - We don't gotta show love And the next time a ***** gets tough I promise you his mommas gonna be next up **** it we tough we don't gotta show love I mean it when I say you can get it any day **** around and get your whole family sprayed while throwing a whack *** birthday in that one park you like to go to You talked real loud but I got you all figured out you need everyone's eyes just to be seen You need to feel like you're in control so you use me As a way to compose all the bulshit you claimed you exposed whole time I was under you nose pulling the strings and setting the foes you like the gossip i was handing out pamphlets like we at church praising the prophet. That goes for, Every topic Criminals don't allow emotions to control their actions and if it ever looked like i did i promise you, it was acting. Raised around the bad **** House was filled with maggots no one washed a dam dish how the **** did we manage, I don't know Was it God or satan that kept creating This urge to keep it pushing was it God or Satan that kept me safe when the ops was tripping was it God or satan. Because the way I'm behaving ain't no way I'm going to heaven Momma says im heaven sent She's convinced im innocent And If cops came barging in she would say she did it That loyalty comes with a price Coz when the chips fall down there's always one to lose their life that loyalty isnt cheap coz when the shots go off That's chalked paved streets- That loyalty isn't me, So sorry moms but this is how it gotta be You take the fall. Criminals, that's the **** they're really on a popular index to follow the footprints of domestic violence or act like a terrorist always lying faking your images stuck denying you just wanna be a kid again so you go around projecting your failures and insecurities and when you see someone might make it you make sure they don't keeping them vacant making them slowly lose hope while claiming that ****** your bro That's criminal And I hate when ************* claim that they're woke acting like they actually know When they actually dont Or ************* that claim they got cash but whole time they staying with shorty hoping they can smash ************* walk on the wrong side of the road with their hands out acting like this **** is owed Never putting in no real work just bulshitting Keeping it low That's criminal Or when ******* claim theyre the best mom while shaking their *** in the club and wasting their rent money on drugs i grew up around addicts and mental health issues Had my *** beaten so many times I forgot how to use tissues Couldn't force a cry even if i wanted to So use to abuse my only hope was to die That's criminal So tell me why the **** I'm alive Was it God or Satan Tell me why **** do these eyes keep creating if all this is a lie pixelated waves of light a simulated way of life where the **** are the cheat codes to save me time I need to reload my 8ths and nines I need to regrow my state of mind I need to focus on whats only mine All these distractions don't help the grind 💯

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC

Criminals

When you're a criminal can't be too predictable, gotta set a role and play your part professional con artist this ***** like art Cause you gotta take a, step back to see the bigger photon an electromagnetic radiation emitted by the form of, you're thoughts But who's planting the seeds that brought forth this vivid imagery the guns the drugs the women that sell it to get paid to feed their little seeds the mothers who get slaughtered deserted With no love help or chance to be free But **** it we thugs, We - We don't gotta show love And the next time a ***** gets tough I promise you his mommas gonna be next up **** it we tough we don't gotta show love I mean it when I say you can get it any day **** around and get your whole family sprayed while throwing a whack *** birthday in that one park you like to go to You talked real loud but I got you all figured out you need everyone's eyes just to be seen You need to feel like you're in control so you use me As a way to compose all the bulshit you claimed you exposed whole time I was under you nose pulling the strings and setting the foes you like the gossip i was handing out pamphlets like we at church praising the prophet. That goes for, Every topic Criminals don't allow emotions to control their actions and if it ever looked like i did i promise you, it was acting. Raised around the bad **** House was filled with maggots no one washed a dam dish how the **** did we manage, I don't know Was it God or satan that kept creating This urge to keep it pushing was it God or Satan that kept me safe when the ops was tripping was it God or satan. Because the way I'm behaving ain't no way I'm going to heaven Momma says im heaven sent She's convinced im innocent And If cops came barging in she would say she did it That loyalty comes with a price Coz when the chips fall down there's always one to lose their life that loyalty isnt cheap coz when the shots go off That's chalked paved streets- That loyalty isn't me, So sorry moms but this is how it gotta be You take the fall. Criminals, that's the **** they're really on a popular index to follow the footprints of domestic violence or act like a terrorist always lying faking your images stuck denying you just wanna be a kid again so you go around projecting your failures and insecurities and when you see someone might make it you make sure they don't keeping them vacant making them slowly lose hope while claiming that ****** your bro That's criminal And I hate when ************* claim that they're woke acting like they actually know When they actually dont Or ************* that claim they got cash but whole time they staying with shorty hoping they can smash ************* walk on the wrong side of the road with their hands out acting like this **** is owed Never putting in no real work just bulshitting Keeping it low That's criminal Or when ******* claim theyre the best mom while shaking their *** in the club and wasting their rent money on drugs i grew up around addicts and mental health issues Had my *** beaten so many times I forgot how to use tissues Couldn't force a cry even if i wanted to So use to abuse my only hope was to die That's criminal So tell me why the **** I'm alive Was it God or Satan Tell me why **** do these eyes keep creating if all this is a lie pixelated waves of light a simulated way of life where the **** are the cheat codes to save me time I need to reload my 8ths and nines I need to regrow my state of mind I need to focus on whats only mine All these distractions don't help the grind 💯

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You planted a seed watched it grow with glee alluding the thought of sinister deeds, A tree stood tall above the soil The fruit eaten never spoiled, Every mouth that ate Blinded by hate Every word at stake, a game a farce a shame Every eye behold A gaze so bold only thought to come, -Foe A bitter taste a reckless chase a carousel a loop that eventually will **** us all, But what if, the tree would fall. What if the fruit was rot, every thought that grew from every branch and every critter crawling with sturdy stance Every piece of bark, The leaves that fall when winter comes every fiber of this seed you plant What if none of it, stood a chance. What if the water fed to grow the tree was poisoned by a wilder beast one unlike any you've ever seen, What if, he planted your first seed. The one that sprout with thoughts of doubt The ones that brought your demons out They say the devil plays mindful games I say the devil acts out to start a blaze A flame that ignites our inner rage causes us to misbehave consuming ourselves in our own cage, Some believing they control the things they say not knowing those words were merely, a replay, A script written by a master, so indulged by disaster, so consumed by others laughter, A true crafter... Misleading truths, faults and dear farewells Just like crows come feeding from crumbs off the floor there filling their belly with wrong nutrition Leading their brethren in wrong directions Healing won't come when bloods expected, Healing is done when you let go When you realize you were wrong To ever assume the worst, To ever assume at all... Assumptions are like seeds planted in the ground, some can lead to beautiful outcomes others only tear each other down.

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Jan 4

Jan 4, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC

Assumption.

You planted a seed watched it grow with glee alluding the thought of sinister deeds, A tree stood tall above the soil The fruit eaten never spoiled, Every mouth that ate Blinded by hate Every word at stake, a game a farce a shame Every eye behold A gaze so bold only thought to come, -Foe A bitter taste a reckless chase a carousel a loop that eventually will **** us all, But what if, the tree would fall. What if the fruit was rot, every thought that grew from every branch and every critter crawling with sturdy stance Every piece of bark, The leaves that fall when winter comes every fiber of this seed you plant What if none of it, stood a chance. What if the water fed to grow the tree was poisoned by a wilder beast one unlike any you've ever seen, What if, he planted your first seed. The one that sprout with thoughts of doubt The ones that brought your demons out They say the devil plays mindful games I say the devil acts out to start a blaze A flame that ignites our inner rage causes us to misbehave consuming ourselves in our own cage, Some believing they control the things they say not knowing those words were merely, a replay, A script written by a master, so indulged by disaster, so consumed by others laughter, A true crafter... Misleading truths, faults and dear farewells Just like crows come feeding from crumbs off the floor there filling their belly with wrong nutrition Leading their brethren in wrong directions Healing won't come when bloods expected, Healing is done when you let go When you realize you were wrong To ever assume the worst, To ever assume at all... Assumptions are like seeds planted in the ground, some can lead to beautiful outcomes others only tear each other down.

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The smiles I had as a child faded, In replacement is a stare that's vacant A lack of emotions, My motivation is temporary, Inspiration, seems like a story. One we tell to kids but never truly know what it is. My mind weighs heavy with thoughts of regret, I spend most days trying to forget, Every wrong choice I made every wrong step, Or the way I said that one sentence Im holding this brush, My canvas is blank Im in control, with no rush. Just a sad little dance, To let the brush stroke This way, then that way A nice little sun in the corner of my page Bright vivid pictures To lighten up my day. ....... But the only colors I have Are dark black and soft grey So my drawings are like an old TV Screen No channel can be played Just the sound of static, The front cover of a composition book And the urge to panic Thinking I don't deserve anything good, Yet, I still have it, So why does God keep blessing me The snake who whispered out to Eve The sinner who bit from the apple tree The brother who let his ego feed into his hate, the one we all know as Cain, Im nothing like the man with his cane Who separated seas to escape My category is more decayed Like the flesh off Miriam, A flickered flame from the torch Satan was carrying, a smidge of ash Leaving behind a trail of dust All this Tethered by a gut wrenching lust. An urge that tilts the scales of faith A surge of release, only to feel the same When the sense of relief fades away So no, I dont have the same smiles I did as a child everything always seems. to fade, everything.. except for this pain. So ill pray to exchange or give some guidance that explains a better perspective Some better objectives, cause the stuff ive been chasing has nothing but dead ends and im tired of faking and pretending im living When really im just waiting to die Another repetitive day, in the mind of I and this mind of mine Is like a water ride, You know when you stand to the side waiting for the log to hit the bottom so you can catch that wave Even though you know its coming, You still act surprised It feels refreshing to feel alive To let the heat subside for a moment, before reality kicks in like.... Hi 👋 Did you forget about me, Did you forget your position Did you forget this was only a momentary Illusion Did you forget you need to wake up Go back to that 9 to 5 and deal with some bulshit on the regular, But then this other voice comes in like. Whos the editor? Whos in control? When you achieve those goals where's the credit go? Cause it isnt going to the second guesser the overthinker the constant stressing of Wondering, what if. This voice that refuses to quit we call it Soul, So who's in control, The voice of the world Or the voice in your soul?

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Jan 3

Jan 3, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC

Fight with lust.

The smiles I had as a child faded, In replacement is a stare that's vacant A lack of emotions, My motivation is temporary, Inspiration, seems like a story. One we tell to kids but never truly know what it is. My mind weighs heavy with thoughts of regret, I spend most days trying to forget, Every wrong choice I made every wrong step, Or the way I said that one sentence Im holding this brush, My canvas is blank Im in control, with no rush. Just a sad little dance, To let the brush stroke This way, then that way A nice little sun in the corner of my page Bright vivid pictures To lighten up my day. ....... But the only colors I have Are dark black and soft grey So my drawings are like an old TV Screen No channel can be played Just the sound of static, The front cover of a composition book And the urge to panic Thinking I don't deserve anything good, Yet, I still have it, So why does God keep blessing me The snake who whispered out to Eve The sinner who bit from the apple tree The brother who let his ego feed into his hate, the one we all know as Cain, Im nothing like the man with his cane Who separated seas to escape My category is more decayed Like the flesh off Miriam, A flickered flame from the torch Satan was carrying, a smidge of ash Leaving behind a trail of dust All this Tethered by a gut wrenching lust. An urge that tilts the scales of faith A surge of release, only to feel the same When the sense of relief fades away So no, I dont have the same smiles I did as a child everything always seems. to fade, everything.. except for this pain. So ill pray to exchange or give some guidance that explains a better perspective Some better objectives, cause the stuff ive been chasing has nothing but dead ends and im tired of faking and pretending im living When really im just waiting to die Another repetitive day, in the mind of I and this mind of mine Is like a water ride, You know when you stand to the side waiting for the log to hit the bottom so you can catch that wave Even though you know its coming, You still act surprised It feels refreshing to feel alive To let the heat subside for a moment, before reality kicks in like.... Hi 👋 Did you forget about me, Did you forget your position Did you forget this was only a momentary Illusion Did you forget you need to wake up Go back to that 9 to 5 and deal with some bulshit on the regular, But then this other voice comes in like. Whos the editor? Whos in control? When you achieve those goals where's the credit go? Cause it isnt going to the second guesser the overthinker the constant stressing of Wondering, what if. This voice that refuses to quit we call it Soul, So who's in control, The voice of the world Or the voice in your soul?

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Wonderful- thats the word that comes to mind when I think of you Wonderful, for the person you are Wonderful, for the way that you cook Wonderful, for the love that you give Wonderful, when caring for our kids Lifes been hard and you know it better than most but through it all you stayed, Wonderful So when I think of you or if you come to mind the only thought I have is how wonderfully sublime you are, You make a whole room shine. Wonderful even when im terrible and give you a hard time Wonderful through and through truly one of a kind.

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Nov 18, 2025

Nov 18, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC

To my wife

Wonderful- thats the word that comes to mind when I think of you Wonderful, for the person you are Wonderful, for the way that you cook Wonderful, for the love that you give Wonderful, when caring for our kids Lifes been hard and you know it better than most but through it all you stayed, Wonderful So when I think of you or if you come to mind the only thought I have is how wonderfully sublime you are, You make a whole room shine. Wonderful even when im terrible and give you a hard time Wonderful through and through truly one of a kind.

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Its kinda strange, isn't it To behave a certain way coz of pigment Like our skin gives fulfillment Or the right to place judgment Yeah, he never struggled in life he actually loves it All his bills paid on time Not a single misdemeanor or a crime He never had to think twice Before making a choice That could change lives Is it really coz those blue eyes Mines are brown like mud pies He never had to be afraid in the daytime But when the sunsets Thats when they call us a dark threat, I saw my brother get arrested over nothing Just coz he was running in the projects The witness told the cops it was not him But the cops didn't listen This man was a Christian He never lifted a finger in the wrong direction But right then and there his skin color became a reason for aggression, Then, our landlord decided that was a good reason for eviction Had our mom crying in the kitchen trying to explain that we were just playing manhunt then a cop pulled up guns out, screaming, get down. We were only kids too 15 to 19, so excuse me Mr white T If I walk around like nobody likes me This what they all teach 🧒🧒🏻🧒🏼🧒🏽🧒🏾🧒🏿 And I ain't even black Maybe only half Im a light skin puerto rican But it doesn't mean we lack that special kind of treatment.. So tell me what the problem is Coz we should be united Why the **** we fighting They keeping us divided Hoping we dont take stand or even think to try it Every race has a little hate Every character isnt gonna be the same So why they keep putting us to shame If a white man commits a crime The TV simply states a man did this and that But let the pigment change and they gotta mention he was black. So excuse my racist protest I just dont like this racist bulshit Tell the world the man's Hispanic Twist the story, cause some damage, But we all know who the savage is Stolen land mass shootings that blood is on your hands Brother man Call them out thats what im about give a **** if they want to shoot me down. Shot me now before another word leaves out my mouth. 💥💥💥💣 They say the truth hurts, and it's why we live in a world of lies, but I say let that **** hurt and maybe then together we survive.

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC

Protest

Its kinda strange, isn't it To behave a certain way coz of pigment Like our skin gives fulfillment Or the right to place judgment Yeah, he never struggled in life he actually loves it All his bills paid on time Not a single misdemeanor or a crime He never had to think twice Before making a choice That could change lives Is it really coz those blue eyes Mines are brown like mud pies He never had to be afraid in the daytime But when the sunsets Thats when they call us a dark threat, I saw my brother get arrested over nothing Just coz he was running in the projects The witness told the cops it was not him But the cops didn't listen This man was a Christian He never lifted a finger in the wrong direction But right then and there his skin color became a reason for aggression, Then, our landlord decided that was a good reason for eviction Had our mom crying in the kitchen trying to explain that we were just playing manhunt then a cop pulled up guns out, screaming, get down. We were only kids too 15 to 19, so excuse me Mr white T If I walk around like nobody likes me This what they all teach 🧒🧒🏻🧒🏼🧒🏽🧒🏾🧒🏿 And I ain't even black Maybe only half Im a light skin puerto rican But it doesn't mean we lack that special kind of treatment.. So tell me what the problem is Coz we should be united Why the **** we fighting They keeping us divided Hoping we dont take stand or even think to try it Every race has a little hate Every character isnt gonna be the same So why they keep putting us to shame If a white man commits a crime The TV simply states a man did this and that But let the pigment change and they gotta mention he was black. So excuse my racist protest I just dont like this racist bulshit Tell the world the man's Hispanic Twist the story, cause some damage, But we all know who the savage is Stolen land mass shootings that blood is on your hands Brother man Call them out thats what im about give a **** if they want to shoot me down. Shot me now before another word leaves out my mouth. 💥💥💥💣 They say the truth hurts, and it's why we live in a world of lies, but I say let that **** hurt and maybe then together we survive.

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I've adopted these feelings of doubt Without notice it entered my house Unloaded its baggage right on my couch my pillow the shower every spot of my house was invaded, On my couch I used to relax and watch TV Now the shows are a shadow reminder for me When I laid my head to sleep at night It used to be a wonderful sight But now my pillow feels like a brick my bed like sand every feelings an itch My shower would be where I'd wash all away Now just like my soap the stench lingers all day This feeling of doubt keeps pressing me down Id say im fine but im still trying to figure things out.

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Aug 16, 2025

Aug 16, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC

Doubt

I've adopted these feelings of doubt Without notice it entered my house Unloaded its baggage right on my couch my pillow the shower every spot of my house was invaded, On my couch I used to relax and watch TV Now the shows are a shadow reminder for me When I laid my head to sleep at night It used to be a wonderful sight But now my pillow feels like a brick my bed like sand every feelings an itch My shower would be where I'd wash all away Now just like my soap the stench lingers all day This feeling of doubt keeps pressing me down Id say im fine but im still trying to figure things out.

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