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i woke up this morning
with cyanide in my eyes,
ghosts between my teeth,
and the devil in my stomach.
i looked at the clock
and it read 16:34.
though i slept for 18 hours
it felt like i hadn't slept in 18 days.
i was trying to get up
but the blankets were wrapped
around my neck,
choking me,
and my pillow
was stifling air from my lungs.
my sheets calmed me down
and told me
that 25 lines of shakespeare
were too much to memorize anyway.
orange peel smiles stretch from ear to ear
and the sounds of cinnamon laughter
erupt from the stars we hit with baseball bats.
the fireworks emulated the sun for seconds
as i found you in a hammock at the dock
with honeysuckle on your tongue.
you were pointing at the brushstrokes
that kissed the horizon and whispering stories to the river
about the time sugar lured you
to drag thorns across your wrists until they bled red roses.
i carried you away and took you to the fields
of worn-out fences and broken branches,
where white sparks and tootsie rolls
hid behind the bushes with us.
paper umbrellas shielded our faces from the water,
but gave into the fire we fed when it began to fade.
we sat on the edge of a pool of icing and lollipops
and watched the umbrellas burn away with our worries.

we've never been this close to harmonious embraces
but i wish we had sooner.
for my majestic angel and friend.
i haven't felt that familiar sting
since the world left me behind.  
for a while i tried to convince myself
that i was happy.

for a while i entertained the tongue
of a cowardly lion and forced myself
to forget what love felt like and let lust in.
it was when he begged me to lose my cowardice that i realized he was only in it for the golden fur he wore to give himself that sense of pride of conquering my kingdom.

for a while i stuffed those nervous poppies
into my pillow to seep into my dreams at night.
i couldn't banish them, though;
you can't escape what you're a part of.

for a while i gave oil to the tin man, who in turn
left me alone in the middle of nowhere,
like a scarecrow,
or like a child waiting for his father to return from the grocery store.
the tin man promised me care and attention,
but i guess only oz has that kind of privilege.

i haven't felt that familiar sting
since the world left me behind.
for a while, i tried to convince myself
that i was happy;
but i instead found my way
back to the black and white pains of kansas.
there is no place like home.
you say that it never rains,
but when it does, it pours.
you say you're too far from the drain,
so you let it flood and drown you
until you cannot breathe anymore.

but i am here to remind you
that you know how to swim;
it's only just a matter
of the way you use your limbs.
you can flail them around
in hopes that someone will save you,
or you can tread the water,
get yourself off the ground,
and come to your own rescue.

and though you claim
that the monsters left you broken,
i'm telling you not to be intimidated
because whatever you saw in the ocean
are monsters you created.

you have the power to part the sea,
but for now we'll build a boat and work towards recovery.
i promise you, it's a guarantee,
that someday you and i will be free.
and as for me,
i am lonely, but not alone.
your hand sifted through the typed pages
as if you were discovering
each word
for the first time.
ink poured from our mouths
as we whispered haikus
into the depths of novels and scripts.
you unraveled the cursive in my hair
and wove your accents and characters in instead.
fill in the spaces in my book that are left unwritten
with every idea,
every thought
that fills your head,
and i'll turn them into something beautiful.
two paradoxical hearts beat at viscerally harmonious paces. the shadows we casted in the light of street lamps disfigure our souls into something i can't recognize. the enemy's collusion called for us at the door with temptation in a cage by its side. i heard the junction of our memoirs echo our surreal revival in the crepuscular night, luring us against the enemy's acrimony. though we were trapped in a dome of hiraeth, we found home laying within each other's hearts

and suddenly the dichotomy between us morphed into an alchemy i knew all too well.
inspired by "song for zula" by phosphorescent.
stop asking me if i'm okay.
i'm tired of hearing the same **** question everyday.
you know the answer anyway.
the spotlights come up
and the crowd cheers
you put a smile on,
stifle back the tears.

gotta hide yourself,
become someone new.
entertain the crowd
'cause they're judging you.

go with the script,
don't improvise.
do what you're told,
or they'll criticize.

don't falter, not at all;
don't be yourself until the curtain call.

break a leg,
the show must go on.
inspired by bridgit mendler's "5:15"
we were on a bed of snow
and you were holding me;
me, shivering from
the fear of being cold.
what if, tonight, i just stopped breathing,
my heart stopped beating and my chest stopped heaving?
i could swallow those three bottles of fresh pills
while wondering how it went downhill and i was suddenly ill.
it's not like i'm needed here anyway
my mind's just left to rot away while my innocence decays.
what if i told you that i like the thrill of drowning
and every now and then i crave the flames licking my thighs?
i am (not) making every effort into closing the windows
and walking away from the birds outside.
hear the chime
of the cold constellations
that guide you
at 2:56 in the morning.
taste the worries of tomorrow
overflowing from your mug,
spilling onto your lap
of glitching faces,
distorting your body
into millions of pixels.
touch the signals
from the suicidal satellites
dictating your amygdala
in a requiem
of the winter dawn.

you lay
in a bed of clouds
under blankets
of anxious thoughts.
blue volcanoes
spew out violet insults
telling you
that you won't make it
past the milky way,
so you burn your fingertips
trying to reach for the sun
in hopes
that it will prove those indigo offenses wrong.
third-degree burns
**** your senses
and leave you
feeling nothing.
seeing nothing.
being nothing.
you look up to the sky,
eyes dripping with desperation,
only to find
that the man in the moon
left you
for another life.

and
suddenly,
at 2:57 in the morning,
you realize
that orion doesn't seem so bright to you anymore.
lacy roses reign over my veins
and galaxies govern these bruises.
i am delicate.
yes, i had thorns,
but they fell from your reckless care,
one by one,
and now i am all broken roses
with bruises that never end
like the galaxies beyond our knowledge,
beyond your knowledge.

they don't care.
they'll only care when the lace is ripped.
and the children made of stars
engulf me until i am no more;
only then do they realize
that i am delicate.
as the mirror reflects what is standing in front of it,
your body reflects the pain you've been feeling
as you slowly let your skin be destroyed.
the only thing you've eaten in the past four days
is an apple.
95 calories.
you lift your shirt and see your ribcage.
underneath those frail and fragile bones
are patches of raw skin in the shape of countries
that contain sure capitals of your depression.
your cold but sweaty and shaky hands
travel to the rips on your waist.
the fourteen rips and tears on your waist.
they formed there when people started
staring at the forty-seven rips your thighs
and asking if you were okay,
which, by the way,
drives you absolutely insane
because they knew you weren't
but still they laughed in your face and called you weird and said you were just acting and it was all in your head. in your silly, pretty head. the silly, pretty head you wanted dead. the silly, pretty, dead head you felt like ripping every strand of hair from and gouging each eye out from and-

as the mirror reflects what is standing in front of it,
your body reflects the pain you've been feeling
as you slowly let your skin,
and your sanity,
be destroyed.
pour into the blank space
where children laugh in your face,
where wild poppies stumble with grace.
feel your mind rot at a steady pace,
delicate fingers tangled in lace,
petals falling from wounds, without a trace.
run into the sunset's embrace;
do anything to get out of this place.
don't worry, darling.
yes, i'm broken,

but i'll be fine.
the leaves have been covered
by the snow and i know
that something is out of line.
i feel like i am yet am not fine.
glad, yes. i am glad that
we've sorted things out and,
between us,
there's nothing to worry about...

...but i have my doubts.
lately i've been falling in and out of love,
feeling like one or the other isn't good enough.
i didn't know if you and i fit,
but you were gone for too long
so i decided to make the most of it.
i'm sorry for the way that i am but
now that you know you love me
i don't know if i can.
you left me in the middle of nowhere,
a place i spent my days in
wondering if you still cared.
in time, snow began to fall
and i felt like i didn't know you at all.
i still love you. i do.
i'm just afraid that i'm beginning
to love other people the same way too.
i miss you,
but i don't exist to you anymore.
silence is a lullaby
this gentle song
pours from our mouths
filling the space
of ethereal love between us.
reunited at last,
with her arms around me once again.
don't leave me again.
you are beautiful in the light of the woods.
i want to get to know you, but i don't know
if i should, but as i got closer, your
warmth drew me in and i was
filled
with a rather
tingling
sensation,
and i figured it was okay to keep you
in my imagination.
but as i reached for you,
that same tingling sensation felt
different.
your warmth became so hot
that it burnt my fingertips.
and that's how i learned what pain was.
i let myself get so close to you
until i forgot what boundaries were,
and you,
you never warned me.
if only i'd known how
dangerous this love could be,
maybe we could've avoided
whatever happened between you and me.
silk flows from the left side of the mountain
as we walk along the shore with our fingers intertwined.
there are carnations growing from the slits in your wrists
and daisies dripping from the dagger you found in the clouds.
flashes of loneliness fill the decaying spaces,
alluring you to stab your vertebrae
and leave with tomorrow's sunrise in your pocket.
ocean waves crash into all four corners of the darkness  
that sang lullabies into your iridescent lungs.
the berceuses grow shards of glass under your skin
that you use to shave your cotton candy hair
and watch the sky fall with it.
you're laughing with the wind
at your shattered bones and imploded organs,
daisy-dagger in hand.
yellow paint spills from your lips
as you play with turtle shells and shark heads
that haunt my mind for centuries.
you whisper to the hollow valleys as
your summer laughs turn into winter cries.

i want to fix you.
for you i will carve the tumor out of your chest
with the same shards of glass you used to cut your tangled locks.
i will shelter you in a makeshift umbrella of my body
if it meant the toxic rain wouldn't seep into your veins.
for you i will gather the stars in your hourglass of worries and regrets
so there will be nothing but light after the darkest of times pass.

there are carnations growing from the slits in your wrists
and we're walking along the shore with our fingers intertwined
as silk flows from the left side of the mountain.
something about the
way you look at me makes me
feel like i'm flying.
we sit over tree trunks
and bury ourselves six feet
under the layers of shadows in our heads.
the lightbulbs in our pupils
once shined so bright
that they've blackened,
but we've had them ******* into our minds
for so long that we're scared
to replace them.

i'm swirling the galaxies in my ***** mug of tea
while i'm watching you wish you could become
as small as the morning pills
that the nurse dropped into your hand.
you're counting the calories of hunger
while i'm sticking fingers down my throat,
and we're wishing we could become so thin
that we could slip into the cracks
of the asphalt beneath our feet.

we're sitting in adjacent beds of flowers
in the middle of the road
and i'm laughing at the way
geraniums form on your tongue
as you savor the accompanying taste
of the honey-covered apples you kept in your pockets.
we sit under mushrooms with calligraphy pens,
ink freckles adorning our knees
and our hair wet with tears from old lovers
who left clouds hanging above our heads.

if you and i can look past the differences
between brownies and spiders,
we can look past the thoughts
of button pins and stomach acid.
together, we will make our own rainbows
out of rose water mist
and the light bulbs we finally replaced.
we will sew stars and heart-shaped leaves
onto bow ties and blankets and basketballs
for the day we play four-square with our little sisters.

are you ready?
unfinished.
dedicated to someone i consider my best friend.
you led me to a field of baby pink clouds
with fairy lights in your stomach
and sunflowers wrapped around your thighs;
you were radiating like magnesium on fire.
you could drive across the oceans
or fly underground if you wanted.
you held the light in your hands
and your toes tingled with happiness.
we laughed with red velvet poppies,
cried with lavender-scented blades.
i stopped laughing,
stopped crying;
you had stopped laughing too,
but you were still crying.

the sunflowers that kissed your thighs
were beginning to wilt with doubt
and seeped into your skin,
and the fairy lights that shined in your stomach
burned you to death from the inside,
leaving you feeling nothing.

i sang songs of hope into your lungs
in attempt to revive you,
but you had buried yourself six feet underground
and left your friends three feet through.
i didn't give up though.
i refused to give up.
i sang songs of hope
until they became cries for help.
i was so desperate to keep you in one piece
that i had fallen and shattered into millions of pieces,
yet i shoved the shards into my mouth
and kept them under my tongue
while you told me
that you admired how strong and carefree i could be.

the thing is, dear melisa,
it's hard to tell others not to worry,
     when you yourself worry.
it's hard to convince others to live to see another day
     when you don't even know if you can make it out alive.
it's hard to stay standing strong
     when you feel like everyone around you is falling.

i cried for help
for you.
i cried because
i wanted you
to be able
to feel again.
if you're reading this, know that you will get back up. i believe in you, and i always will.
i have loved you from afar for years.
i never dared to get near for the fear
of making you scared.

now the leaves are set
to fall and
we prepare to say goodbye to yet
another set
of girls that we both have loved and
i'm not sure if i should love you from afar
or up close,
because right now you're comatose
and i don't know what i'm supposed
to do so that you can learn to cope.

even if you push me away,
i want you to know that i will stay
for as long as you want me to.
though it is not today,
nor tomorrow,
nor real soon,
i will continue to love you from afar
until you love yourself too.
you know who you are.
her smiles brought enough joy to make the sun rise;
her hair was the night sky with occasional caramel streaks
and there were endless fields of sunflowers in her eyes.
her voice was liquid silk that filled the doubtful abyss,
but should you anger her would start a storm, yet still,
at the end of the day,
she'll come into your room to tuck you in and give you a good night kiss.

the wind laughed with us as we made silly faces
at the ghosts under my bed and the monsters in my closet,
she pulled them out and filled herself into the empty spaces.
the ocean waves sang symphonies as we ostensibly
walked along trails of light and picked apples in the midnight city.
the snow whispered as we taught ourselves ballet,
we splashed into puddles of pearls as if we were mermaids;
we were our own superheroes that saved the day.
the leaves on the trees fluttered as we cut up sundresses and skirts
for my glowing red bear and princess barbie dolls
that danced in the rain and rolled around in the dirt.
the ladybugs cheered as we watched movies under a blanket of stars,
we ate cake and giggled on a bed of light in the dark,
and before she left for the night,
she slipped a handful of quarters into my hand and tucked her orchids into my arm.

there came a time when her headlights faded;
her own ghosts and monsters took over and left her jaded.
i couldn't tell, between the hospital gowns and jackson-pratt drains,
if she would get better, because remembering her pain
could possibly be my only memories of her that really remain.
the monsters carried her away, their stomps leaving the world,
my world, tilted;
and as i stumbled, i awakened a once-placid cumulonimbus.
the rain seeped through my umbrella and her orchids wilted.

the monsters felt sorry and took her to a kingdom of golden clouds.
they gave her wings and breathed harp strums into her lungs
and her breast
and her liver
and she suddenly emulated the sun and that made the monsters proud.
from the kingdom above, she looks down on my father and my two little brothers.

and though it feels like was all just a dream,
the woman that loved me the most was my mother.
1.11.1970 - 1.23.2017
I miss you, Mom.
somehow, i find myself happy when i hear your laugh.
they say that it's better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
though she walked through the moongate for the last time,
she taught me to lift my chin and stand tall.
i cheered for her
as she tossed her bouquet of flowers,
and at that moment i realized that
the past few months would've been hell without her.
dedicated to twelve caesuras.
congratulations, big sister.
6.11.2017
i tucked oversized sweaters under my arm
on my way to nostalgia,
where little boys laughed at you for having your jeans unzipped,
where little girls screamed break-up songs until their voices left them.
i pointed which way was west,
which way north,
but i seemed to be falling
falling
f
  a
     l
       l
         i
           n
              g  south
until some sort of
a t m o s p h e r e
surrounded me,
an atmosphere that offered freedom from the tumor
that formed from within my chest
and i followed it west...
...or was it east?
i was lost in some dystopia
where the one i loved was gone
and the only reason i kept going
was because of her.
she can never replace the one i loved
but she can be pretty **** close sometimes.
her arms were around me once more,
guiding me through the doors that
glowed purple and green,
that would give me supposed liberty.
at the end of the path
was the one i loved,
alive.
based on a dream.
05.31.17
i fell asleep in dawn's arms,
the horizon on its way.
i gathered my shattered pieces
and hid them under my black dress
while he asked
whose funeral i was attending.
mine, i said.
i kissed the violet pillows goodbye
and saw the worry in its smile.
i turned around and met with
a thousand cameras held at knee-level,
taking a million pictures of me
and thinking i wouldn't notice.
i ripped through his desert of laughter
to reach her ocean of tears.
she was all city lights and donut socks
and carefree yet caring and i
felt
felt
felt
her arms around my waist for the last time.
we posed for the camera and ripped
his guitar strings from his vertebrae,
but the dissonance of our amusement
and his offense
scared her.
the waves were flooding the shore of her irises
with the burning sun in sight.
i felt her teeth sink into my shoulder blades
as she cried out about the static noise
coming from the tv
and begged the sky to turn it off.
she screamed desperation into my hippocampus
as i sang every galaxy into her wrist,
but when i looked into her eyes
i saw nothing
but satisfied demons and molten lava.
i woke up on the edge of the moon
and cried
because i couldn't save her.
based on a vivid nightmare.
05.20.17
our hearts were beating
in sync with the noise that drowned our fears.
you spun me around and
though we were screaming at the top
of our lungs, i couldn’t hear a sound.
your hazel eyes looked into mine
and i
realized
that you are beautiful;
however,
you were not mine.

i don’t know if
i was trying to replace her
but i missed the feeling of flying
and i couldn’t wait any later.
no matter how hard i
tried to stifle my cries
of being with her again
i knew i could not testify
to the fact
that i love her and she may still be mine.

she may.
may not.
but i know that she still occupies my thoughts.
i am not done, i cannot run
from this stupid ******* thing called love.

i love her.
i…love her.
i love…her.

so i apologize for looking
into your eyes that night
and making you believe
that i’m yours and you’re mine.
the stars felt misaligned and i
was dissatisfied, verified,
because
though you are beautiful,
you are not mine.
the lilacs dripping from your lips kiss the sky and make the clouds sway under your spell. your laugh creates a kingdom of liliums and lavandulas. the world turns and the sun shines, all for you. but suddenly you remember.

you remember things you promised yourself you wouldn't.

the lilacs are replaced by wilting roses with thriving thorns. they puncture the sky as the clouds unite to protect the heaven you're trying to destroy.

and your garden becomes an abyss. i'm not sure how far down it goes (maybe six feet deep) but somewhere in the depths of your despair lies your innocence.
they see my skin
and notice the red cracks,
but they don't know
that i've been through hell
and back.
h i s
e y e s
h i s
s m i l e
h i s
w o r d s
h i s
h a n d s

m y
b o d y
h i s
b o d y
m y
h a i r
h i s
h a i r
m i n e
h i s

*h i s .
she runs up to her room and shuts the door.
she cries blood and tears
because home doesn't feel like home anymore.

she's no longer yelled at to do chores,
something her mother used to do to her,
but without it home doesn't feel like home anymore.

she finds her father's jokes a bore,
and though he tries, she doesn't laugh
because home doesn't feel like home anymore.

she has anxiety that shakes her to the core
and she fears it's getting worse
because home doesn't feel like home anymore.

she's always in her room because she feels ignored.
without her mother there to keep her company,
home doesn't feel like home anymore.

she's fallen hard for a girl she adores
and the rejection by her father when she told him
made her realize that home doesn't feel like home anymore.

she feels lost, sees nothing more to live for.
you can try convincing her, but it probably won't work
because home doesn't feel like home anymore.
somehow i'm awake when i wish i'm not.
i'm awake when he leaves at midnight
and i'm awake when he returns at two o'clock.
i'm awake to hear him shifting in his bed,
i'm awake when he talks to her.
and i wish it was all in my head.

who is he talking to?
nobody, he says.

wishing i was asleep, i'm awake when he laughs.
and i beat myself up
because i shouldn't be worried about that.

yet i am.
i'm awake
to make
myself bleed to see if i still give a ****.

he promised to tell me everything
but this, he doesn't want me to know.
is he moving on too fast
or am i too slow?
now or never
pull the lever
fall on the concrete
keep it discrete
watch me panic
think i'm a manic
not okay
wanna run away
can't escape
wrapped in tape
rip my skin
needles and pins
gouge my eyes out
a mouth that can't shout
pierce my side
drown me in cyanide
let me feel pain
i'm insane

not like you
what did you do
what happened to the girl i knew
you may not be inspired,
but you are an inspiration.
the chills bite my legs
as i walk fast
to avoid those nights
of relapse.
102317 - 9 months since.
In the bitter cold
Moonlight, something was out of
Its place, and though I
Sought to find what it was,
Someone wrapped their arms around me and said
You were gone, and though the silence was rather
Odd, I felt your absence and I suddenly realized that I didn't
Understand the purpose of existence without you.
how am i to be strong
when your arms are what keep me together?
how am i to reach for the sky
when the galaxies are in your eyes?
how am i to stay calm
when your hands keep mine from shaking?
how am i to dream big
when the touch of your lips keep my head in the clouds?
how am i to be heard
when your voice speaks for me when i'm too scared?

how am i to love myself
when i love you more?
i tried to convince myself
that his lips tasted better.
carnations drip from between her teeth.
black velvet adorns her rose petal skin,
gazing at her tortoiseshell dreams.
stars bloom from the dip of her collarbone
as silk knots wedge themselves between the holes in her earlobes.
she's got a mind of marble and a spirit of stone.
flowers and haikus echo throughout her soul.
her hair is filled with lavender dust,
her fingertips covered in charcoal.
when you hold your breath and dim your fairy lights,
she dances in the dark after 11 pm
in the cosmic alleyways of a saturated twilight.

my sister fixes me when i shatter,
and i hear angels seep
from the gleam of her laughter.
a contagious joy overflows
from her sock monkey mug
as her citrus bubbles pop
and the scent of mandarins fill my lungs.
when my mind is lost in space, she shakes me and calls my name
but through the hardships i've given her, she still loves me the same.
my sister takes my hand as we jump off swings
into pools of elysian dimensions
and streams of dopamine rush through my veins as she sings.
screams of our relief lay halfway through the woods
as i told her all the things i couldn't do,
and though she understood,
killed my poisonous doubts and showed me i could.
my sister lifts me and carries me through my tragedies,
putting me at ease as she jokes in dreams and rhapsodies.
i know that if my world were to fall,
my sister would come running to my little haven in the bathroom stall
and bring me to the comfort of the rainbows on her wall.
calm the midnight ivy pandemonium
and listen to the silence that follows
her melodies behind the cherrywood podium.
should i ever feel useless, or hopeless, or little,
leave me in the middle
of her cherry blossom giggles.
my sister shields me, and when i break, loves me in restitution;
should anyone mess with her
would be the start of a revolution.

we twirl batons beneath a patchwork canopy,
whisper goat noises into the depths of the sea,
ceasing our ocean tears with tea and poetry.
two hawaiian sisters living in a playful paradise,
reciting shakespeare and telling stories of kubla khan,
singing in the rain and drawing anime eyes.
we hide under window trees with branches like limbs,
cut our luminescent hair with blades of grass
only to fall in love with a horse prince.
we admire axolotls and jump with jellyfish,
our constellations colliding with a cappella chimes
as we laugh in harmony at makeshift mops and pretzel sticks.
we sleep in a bed of letters and fake lovers
under blankets of satisfaction, opera masks covering our faces
as we share warm embraces like that of a daughter and her mother.
we seek light in the darkness of japanese lamentations
while neptune's recovery leaves us knee-deep in great sensations.

we were young lights in the universe when we first collided,
but now we are celestial atoms that can't be divided.
a poem for twelve caesuras.
mahal kita.
on a hot summer day of popsicles and cantaloupes
we're on the asphalt playing tag and pushing swings;
my pigtails bouncing from skippers and jump ropes.
i'm wearing suspenders and a bow tie
and you're in a baby blue dress with sunflowers in your hair
and there are gems in the corners of your eyes.
we're walking across balance beams and meeting halfway
but the sound of 80s music blaring
from the windows of my mother's voice is calling me away.
i look into the young sunshine in your eyes that lured me to stay.

on a rainy spring day of dr. seuss books and board games
we're under a blanket fort making shadows and telling secrets
with our minds getting so lost in stories until we forget our names.
i'm clenching my pink teddy bear, in love, yet in fear,
and you've glow sticks and their light in your hands
let's dance and go crazy, you whisper in my ear.
we're singing into hairbrushes and playing dress up
but the sound of the doorbell ringing
from your father's door taunts us, saying we obsess too much
but we don't care.
you kissed me for the first time and i knew without it i'd be messed up.
relapse
is a scary thing to think about
yet it is so easy to go back to those old habits.
laying on her bed
laughing 'til your stomach hurts
a reason to smile

violins playing
fingers on the piano
a reason to smile

blasting indie pop
driving with the windows down
a reason to smile
walking through the woods
breathing in the crisp, cool air
a reason to smile

stars behind her eyes
her touch, like that of a rose
a reason to smile

weaving your fingers
through fairy lights in the dark
a reason to smile
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