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2.2k · Jun 2017
Yorkshire Logic???
"It'll never amount to owt"
As they say in Yorkshire.
"Ahh mean, 'ers 'int love wit 'ere ole man
'Ant thou's married too!
Giv ova 'ant grow a pair son....."

"I know, don't you think I've been thru this a million times in my heart and head"?
"But I can't give up on her, I haven't told her my feelings, I couldn't.... She'd run a mile, and I'd lose a friend, my heart would shatter into a trillion pieces"

"Aye, but 'ere know thou's sweet 'ont 'ere"
"Lassies know such things"

"But she teases me, leads me on,flirts with me, manipulates my heart".


"Nowt good will come of it I'm tellin' ye,
It'll all end 'int tears...probably yers too"

"I know that at my age I should know betta,
But no age is exempt to love"
I cling to hope,
Each and any crumb that might Indicate that she'll allow me to hold her in my arms
And kiss her..."

"So take your Yorkshire logic,
Your Northern pragmatism,
I can't see the wood for the trees in this 'affair' I know
But I live in hope that one day
She'll tell me that she loves me..."
834 · Feb 2017
Weekend away....
You've left me,
Gone away...
For the weekend
And I am left in suspended animation....
Missing you....
Reflecting on the last words
we shared.

Forty eight hours of
Letting go
But that's love too
No words,
No texts
No contact...
Only memories
Only suppressed feelings
And my unspoken love...
...For you.
466 · Aug 10
Beautiful
Do you know how beautiful I think you are?
Your presence illuminates the room, a radiance that transcends mere physicality.

It's in the way you carry yourself,
the warmth in your smile,
the kindness that shines through your eyes.

To me, your beauty is an exquisite blend of grace and spirit, an essence that leaves an indelible mark on my soul.
432 · Feb 2018
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I could write you a poem but it would never be good enough, for you are a poem

I could write that you are beautiful but my words wouldn't do you justice.

I could write how important and special you are but your value exceeds human understanding.

I could write how wonderful your mind is but my vocabulary is insufficient and weak

I could write how **** you are,
That my body belongs to you,
But my body, my self is unworthy
of you

I want to tell you how deeply I love you
But I'm unable to describe the depth of the oceans

You are the collective works of Yeats, Keats, Shelley and Tennyson.
380 · Mar 2017
Secret Mistress
You have me in the palm of you hands....
Cupping my heart and my life, balancing my heartbeats on your finger tips.
in which hand will I be held today?
Will you let me slip far enough to give me a scare?
Only to keep me for later and reel me in and place my heart in your emotional 'keep net'

And that's it isn't it...?
Whenever you want me you know I'm there, waiting for your call, your summons.
And I respond like a lap dog, a pet who secretly adores you
You.... my secret mistress
338 · Dec 2023
Secret & silent love
In shadows cast by moonlit dreams, my heart inscribes tales of adoration for the enchanting woman who graces my  world.

A clandestine dance of emotions, where unspoken verses paint portraits of admiration & love, where every stolen glance is a silent sonnet penned in the secrecy of my desire .
321 · Feb 2017
Infiltrated...
At the most random, inappropriate times she enters my mind,
The unrequited one, my desiring, my love.
At these times she fills my mind, my heart
Tricking, coursing slowly through me
Filling me with images of her,
Recalling her last words and texts.

My pupils dilate, my heart palpates
My imagination wanders "what is she doing at that moment?"
Did she think of me?
I think not....
But....
Forever I will love and desire you.
317 · Dec 2023
Our emotional affair.
In the quiet shadows of shared glances and unspoken words, our emotional affair unfolds like verses woven into the fabric of clandestine emotions.

A dance of feelings painted in hues of secrecy, where the lines blurred between what was said and what lingered in the unsaid.

Each stolen moment a stanza etched in the margins of our lives, a prose poem of longing and connection, composed in the delicate syntax of stolen time.
Our affair tears me apart. So very near yet so far from hearts full connection. Not knowing for certain how she feels. šŸ˜¢
316 · Dec 2023
Cowardly?
Beneath the new moon's gentle gaze,
I wander through the labyrinth of uncertainty,
tracing the delicate contours of our interactions.
In the tapestry of moments, I seek whispers of her sentiments,
wondering if the stars in her eyes mirror the constellations of my own yearning.
Leaving me questioning
ā€œDoes she hear my heartā€¦.?
313 · Jun 2017
Addiction...
My lovelorn heart is full of passion after sharing time with you.

I want to dress you in sensuousĀ Ā words of love & disrobe you with dancing fingers of passion.

Every contour of your face is etched in lines of love on my bursting heart.
Waiting to be translated in kisses should you allow.

The nape of your neck invites my attention
Her jewellery embellishes its kissability and tantisizes my fantasies.

I hang on  every word...
Watching, ****** like as your tongueĀ Ā and lips form words.


Your spell upon me was cast millennium ago but I never knew it
I feel it coursing through my veins
Like a embalming drug, chillingā€‹ me to my marrow with desire

She is my addiction and I'll never have enough....
286 · Dec 2016
Secret love
Scurry away eastwards errant clouds....
Blown by wind as if angry with its task
Laden with moisture they rise higher and higher-
Freight trains of the skies
Have you room to carry of love and my desire onwards on your journey??
Carry them EastwardsĀ Ā to my secret loveĀ Ā 
Then let them fall as drops of rain on her
Allow them to permeate
her heart so that she might recognise my love...
x
284 · Dec 2016
Loneliness
Sometimes my loneliness overpowers me,
Heavier and more powerful than a dray horse on my shoulders
Tugging at my soul,  straining my heart and squeezing my tear ducts

How can one feel lonely in a family?
Outside, exteriorised, unlovable.
Feelings are intangible, they're just there for the owner to be tormented and burdened by.
Influenced by others, those one believes one is loved by, understood and cherished by.

Friendships too can have this effect.
A short text, ignored call can send one spinning downwards into the abyss of claustrophobic loneliness
Where rescue is a desire of fantasy.
Loneliness is my brother...
284 · Mar 2017
Desire...?
When I say "I want you..."
I don't mean I want to make love to you.
No, I "desire you"
I want to hold you in my arms
Holding your cheeks to tenderly kiss you.
I want to irradiate your body with delicate kisses that silently whisper my desire, to illuminate your loveliness

Just because you're in my mind last thing at night
First thing in the morning , doesn't mean "I love you"
I don't think so anyway....
No....I want to hold you,
To be close to you
Caress you, hold your hands
And kiss every finger over and over...
With every word, every line she was in my heart. The sentiments caused so much heartache that my heart was close to bursting so on auto pilot the words poured forth.She is unobtainable, my unrequited Lovely One.
My verses are for her & Iā€™m unable to show her
275 · Jan 2017
Message
Staring at loch an Duin's dark rippled waters
The water lapping against rocks older than time itself
Waters eroding steadfast granite
As separated from you the hole within me grows daily
Heartbeats keeping rhythm with the waters...
Repeating her name,
glistening, shimmering on reeds tears on eyelashes mourning her absence.
And the clouds scurry by.....
carry my words of desire on your zephyr wingsĀ Ā 
And gently lay them at her feet.
So she'll know I am with her....
275 · Dec 2016
Out of nowhere...
Suddenly as if out of nowhere you come into my mind.
How?
What?
Why?
I see you -.
Ethereal
Smiling,
Your eyes strangely luminous
Your lips seductively parted as if searching for a kiss floating around the room....
And then your gone....
Leaving just your smile behind
Leaving me wondering....
If you know... that
You really haveĀ Ā beautiful eyes Linda
Your a drug... the more time I spend with you....the more I want...
245 · May 2017
Unrequited
Unrequited,
My love that can't be be told, shared nor returned.
Brought into the open to bloom like a summer flower.
Yet, she knows of my love...
And mocks me by her teasing and leading me on.
For she is married and so am I
She feels safe but I am empty
Alone in a relationship of two...

God, I know what I feel is wrong
But does that preclude me from your intervention?
Ease my torment
And remove this chalice that
Holds the wine called "unrequited".
245 · May 2017
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My lovelorn mind is full of words after being in the Lovely Ones company last night.

I want to dress her in sensuous  words of love & disrobe her with dancing fingers of passion.

Every contour of her face is etched in lines of love on my bursting heart.
240 · May 2017
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My lovelorn mind is full of words after being in her company last night.

I want to dress her in sensuousĀ Ā words of love & disrobe her with dancing fingers of passion.

Every contour of her face is etched in lines of love on my bursting heart.
239 · Dec 2016
Out of nowhere
Suddenly as if out of nowhere you come into my mind.
How?
What?
Why?
I see you -.
Ethereal
Smiling,
Your eyes strangely luminous
Your lips seductively parted as if searching for a kiss floating around the room....
And then your gone....
Leaving just your smile behind
Leaving me wondering....
If you know... that
You really haveĀ Ā beautiful eyes Linda
You're a drug... the more time I spend with you....the more I want...
236 · Feb 2017
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Every night as I lie in my bed the voice...
It screams your name inside my head
No matter how I try to block you out
You ultimately conquer my tormented spirit

Yet, paradoxically without this voice I am lost,
Hearing it, I am found
For in this brief moment we are together
Until reality kicks in-I'm transported to your room
And there you are....
In bed with him....
And my heart lies broken...
The Lovely One...my unrequited one. Does she know my feelings for her?? I cannot openly declare them...the stakes are to high..
226 · Dec 2023
? Shared Love
In the quiet realm where whispers linger, let your heart unfurl its clandestine verses.

Beneath the clandestine moon, reveal the ink of your emotions, tracing the contours of a love that thrives in shadows.

Allow the clandestine dance of words be our shared secret, penned in the sacred language of the heart.
217 · Jul 2023
My unrequited love
Amidst the ache of unrequited love, my heart still finds solace in the beauty of our connection, even if it remains one-sided. I'll cherish the moments we shared, even if they were fleeting, for they brought warmth to my soul and left an indelible mark on my heart.
194 · Dec 2016
Unrequited....
I took the chance....
You were there... standing, smiling
Inviting....
My lips sought yours....
And you gave me your cheek.
First your left, then for good measure your right....
And I kissed them tenderly.

Then I turned
Ashamed
Broken
Still wanting,
My love still utterly unrequited.


Even blind Bartimaeus
Pleading for sight
Could recognise my longing for you
His pleas were heard and he saw his Lord
I stood before you mute, unable to
Beg for your heart your touch your succulent lips.

And now I regret.
Fearfully, regret
What I may have destroyed.
That I may have mortally wounded
her, drowned her
In the Tsunami of my desire.
193 · Dec 2020
Christmas gift...
Its the way she looks into my eyes....
Standing there she talks to the three of us staring into my eyes...
Through me, into my soul,
Radiation, that burns the chambers of my aching heart...
Burning away any doubts I had of her feelings & sending me once again tumbling into an oblivion of passion.
And then sheā€™s gone!
Her trap has sprung!
Once more she has me trapped in her web of longing...
Woven and
Hooked on loves longing.
188 · Dec 2016
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My love is running out
And I've still not told you
Just what shape you've carved in my heart.
You've scorched your image, your name on each tiny blood vesselĀ Ā within me.
I'm blistered & scared by this love which daily is destroying me
Unrequited, unreturned, unfulfilled...
But consistent....
Like the virus you consume me,
Invisible gnawing desire saps morale, my focus on anything not allied to you.
I'm scuttled, sinking into the depths of uncharted self destruction.
And...I love you...Ā Ā 
X
Dedicated to the lady who brings light wherever she goes
170 · Oct 2020
False perceptions??
False perceptions??

Olfactory:  Your scent on my pillow
Auditory : Your whispers gentle in my ear
Tactile: Your lips so soft against mine
Visual: Your reflection next to mine
In my hallucinations, you are mine
I daydream of wooing her, hearing her say that she loves me, holding her, our fingers intertwined, shared passion.
160 · Oct 2020
One kiss....
One kiss....

Love is just a kiss away dearest....
Just the gentlest of touches between thine lips and mine....
One scintilla is all it would take for us to fall tumbling impetuously in love.

The cosmos has conspired for our love to be manifest
From Genesis our love was destined to ignite,
One kiss would kindle an already unspoken passion into a roaring inferno of love
A conflagration of devotion,
romance and daily yearning would be ours....
She is my vision of loveliness. Yet the emblem of unrequited love
151 · Feb 26
Secret love letter
My love for you is a gentle stream that flows steadily,
a quiet force shaping the landscape of my heart.
It's in the simplicity of shared, secret smiles, the comfort of your presence,
and the countless moments where your existence colours my world with warmth and happiness.
This is a love letter that will never be sent šŸ˜­
147 · Aug 2020
Love poem
SheĀ Ā has ignited a fire in my heart
That previously was a smouldering ember, barely alight
She has sparked a fire that consumes,flares and roars when ever I say her name or think of her

Her laughter fans the blaze
A smile that chars my soul
Fingertips leave stigmata upon my skin and kisses scald my lovelorn heart.
This fire is out of control, love itā€™s fuel
And my passion itā€™s heat.
139 · Jul 2020
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Her words piece my heart leaving a luminous stain which spreadĀ Ā like a red dye of passion flooding through my veins until every corpuscle glowed with a radiant luminosity of love for her.

Staring into my eyes gently she fanned these embers of love within me into flames that consumed my soul.
Words formed by her are indistinguishable.
As my heart takes control of my conscious brain

Let me enfold you in my arms!
Tenderly smother your cheeks with kisses, smell your hair and whisper words of love.
Oh but we could be together, sharing our remaining years-My Queen!
My destiny!
My eternity!!
137 · Jul 2023
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In the gentle embrace of a sun-kissed evening, Her presence becomes the very essence of enchantment. Her laughter, like a melody in the wind, dances with the graceful cadence of a thousand twinkling stars. Her eyes, two deep pools of blue, hold secrets only whispered to the moon, leave me lost in their captivating allure.

Every step she takes leaves an imprint on my heart, a path of warmth and tenderness. In her touch, I find solace, a connection that transcended the realms of ordinary existence. Time seems to slow in her company, as if the universe conspires to savor every stolen moment.

Her spirit, a delicate blend of strength and vulnerability, radiates a magnetic charm that draws me closer, like a moth to the flickering flame. The way she cares for others, with genuine kindness and empathy, paints her as an angel among mortals, a beacon of compassion.

Each gesture, each word she speaks, paints vivid portraits of affection on the canvas of my soul. And in the quiet corners of my mind, I dream of moments yet to come, where love would bloom like a garden of roses, and our hearts would entwine like vines in an eternal embrace.
I speak ofAnn, a name whispered in the silence of my thoughts, it carries the promise of a love story destined to be etched in the stars, forever bound in the timeless tale of two souls entwined in love's sweet embrace.
134 · Feb 8
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The priest will never marry us
and my mom will never know you
but I can kiss you over a mug of  tea and dance with you under the stars and if that isn't marriage I'm not sure what God is looking for...
I found this poem, I didnā€™t write it but it moved me & Iā€™d like to share it. Moreover Iā€™d dearly love to share it with my secret love.
133 · Oct 2020
Silent Magic
What is this sorcery that this woman has meted out to me?
Hypnotised, weakened, I somehow stumble through my day.
Shadows of people, echos of conversations pass through me and all I feel, and reflect upon is her.

I assail her with a thousand repentances ā€œrelease me from the ******* of simply loving youā€
But no, mutely, she pierces my heart with her maleficium, enslaving me in rapturous yet desolate unrequited love for her.
Annā€™s enchantment weaved itā€™s spell upon me this evening when she visited & chatted to me.
128 · Sep 2020
Unrequited
Unrequited

Un: inappropriate
Requited : unrecognised

The love has fallen like the sword of Damocles and spilt my heart in two.

Love Disregarded
Ignored
Trivialised
Wasted
My lonesome heart collapses whenever we meet. Yearning for her.
125 · Aug 2023
Palpitations
She holds my heart securely within her grasp
Thus far she has no knowledge of her potency.
For her to have awareness of her cradling
My ardour, my affections,
May risk an arrest of  my hearts loving palpitations
For she may leave,
And then my hearts light would be extinguished.
120 · Feb 7
Ode to a Cat
In moonlit grace, a feline ballet unfolds,
Whiskers whisper secrets, tales untold.
Purring symphony, a lullaby's embrace,
Ode to a cat, in fur and mystery's trace.
117 · Sep 2020
Unspoken....yet
I hear your spirit so clearly my love
It bawls at my heart and my soulĀ Ā 
Telling me that you are the one for me
You takeĀ Ā hold of me with talons of passion that have ensnared every ounce of my flesh and spirit .
Please take me my sweet
Devour me, all of me, gaze at this beating heart I hold precious for you.

Life without you is death
Death within you is eternal life
I just desire to exist in the invisible, unspoken love that I have for you.
I wrote this after a brief conversation with Ann. My heart & spirit were aflame with emotion for her. But she doesnā€™t hear,,,
115 · Dec 2023
Heart of fire
In the quiet chambers of my soul, a fervent flame dances, fueled by the whispered winds of her name.

Each heartbeat echoes the symphony of my longing, an inferno ignited by the tender spark of her presence.

Embers of passion glow in the verses of my soul's prose,
a timeless poem etched in the language of devotion,
burning brightly with the intensity of a thousand suns.
In winterā€™s embrace, the Clent Hills transform into a playground of frosted whispers and snow-clad laughter.
The hills, gentle yet grand, rise with a serene invitation, their slopes a canvas of pure white promise.
Beneath a sky of pale, wintry blue, sledgers gather, bundled in coats and scarves, their breath visible in the crisp, cold air.

Each step crunches underfoot, a prelude to the rush of exhilaration that awaits. The sleds, vibrant against the monochrome backdrop, are poised for flight.
Children and adults alike, eyes wide with anticipation, take their places. With a push, gravity claims its due, and they glide.

Down they go, carving ephemeral paths in the snow, each descent a fleeting journey from summit to base.
The wind kisses their cheeks, an icy caress that quickens the heart. Laughter & joy ring out, a joyous counterpoint to the silence of the sleeping hills.

The world blurs into a symphony of motion and stillness, where time slows, and the only measure is the distance covered, the thrill felt. The Clent Hills, guardians of these winter tales, stand watchful and timeless, bearing witness to the fleeting moments of pure, unadulterated joy.

As the day wanes, the sun dips low, casting long shadows that dance upon the joyous slopes.
The sledgers, weary but content, make their way home, laughter lingering, a sweet echo in the cold, still air.
And the Clent Hills, wrapped in twilight's gentle embrace, hold within them the memories of a day spent in the joyful abandon of winter's game.
99 · Jan 29
Unloveable
In the quiet chambers of my self-doubt, echoes of unworthiness linger like ghostly whispers


My heart, a fragile tapestry, woven with threads of longing, bears the weight of a narrative that whispers, "unloveable."


My wounded soul, adorned with scars, becomes a canvas where doubts paint their somber hues. A mirror reflects a search for affirmation,

My eyes perceive a canvas marked by perceived inadequacies.
In the quietest moments of the day, my soul yearns for an embrace

Crying for  a love that defies the self-imposed boundaries of unloveability,
seeking redemption in the tender arms of self-acceptance.
90 · Nov 2023
Whispered Love
In the language of the heart, my love for her weaves a tapestry beyond words.

It's an unspoken symphony that echoes in the quiet moments, a silent promise written in the stars.

If its depth could be measured it would be an ocean without shores,

boundless and eternal, where every wave carries whispers of affection.
88 · Feb 22
Cosmic Queen
In the cosmic ballet, we would reign my queen of celestial grace and I.
Through stardust  dreams, we'd soar, weaving constellations into our paradise, where love is the eternal North Star guiding our celestial journey.
Forever.
87 · Nov 2023
Longing for herā€¦..
In the quiet echoes of my heart, her name resonates like a delicate sonnet unheard. Unrequited, yet I find solace in the poetry  of my longing,
tracing the silhouette of her absence in the verses of my soul.
86 · Feb 17
Vacant rooms
In the vacant rooms of her home, echoes linger like melancholic ghosts, longing for her warmth that once filled the hollow spaces.

The silence, like a heavy cloak, drapes over every corner, emphasizing the void left by her absence.

Emptiness takes residence in herĀ Ā vacant chair, the untouched books onĀ Ā her bookshelf and the untouched memories adorning the walls.

Her house, once alive with her laughter and presence, now stands as a quiet testament to the echoes of what used to be not two days pastā€”a seating silence yearning for her return.
She asked me to care for her house whilst she & her partner were away.
85 · Dec 2023
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The imposter

God please,
Let my subterfuge
Hold out
Just a little bit further.

Let my mask
Stay on
Just a little bit longer.

Let me walk
With some Pride
Still dangling
From my chest-

Lord grant my heart no rest.
82 · Feb 19
71yrs old
In the quiet chambers of solitude, echoes of emptiness reverberate, consuming the essence of my being.

Loneliness, a relentless, insatiable hunger, gnaws at the edges of my soul, devouring the warmth that once resided within.

Each moment stretches into an eternity, as isolation becomes a voracious force, feeding on the echoes of laughter that have long faded away.

The silence, a relentless feast for the shadows of despair, leaves me hollow, a mere echo of the vibrant spirit I once knew.


In this desolate landscape, not a glimmer of resilience persists, as I attempt to navigate throughĀ Ā the labyrinth of my solitude, seeking the elusive dawn that promises to dispel the darkness within.
Surrounded by family & neighbours I feel alone.
I go out alone, return alone controlled.
82 · Jan 26
She
She
In her presence, poetry is born, as if the very air conspires to echo the splendor of her being.
She is a harmony of beauty that transcends the confines of mere words.
My secret love. She melts me.
An unrequited love dies not in a dramatic flourish, but in a quiet, almost imperceptible fade.
It begins with hopeā€”a hope that stubbornly refuses to surrender, that clings to every smile, every kind word, as though these fragile moments might somehow bloom into something more.

But time, with its relentless passage, wears away at this hope, turning it brittle and fragile, until it cracks under the weight of reality.

The heart, once aflame with the fire of longing, begins to cool. The dreams that once filled the mind with vivid, aching desire grow dim and distant, like stars fading into the dawn.

The object of affection remains unchanged, oblivious, perhaps, or simply indifferent. Their presence, once electrifying, now brings a quiet resignation, a dull ache rather than the sharp pain of unmet desire.

There is no single moment when unrequited love dies. It is a slow unraveling, a gentle loosening of the bonds that once held the heart captive. The day comes when the heart no longer leaps at the sight of them, when their voice no longer echoes in the chambers of your mind. And in this stillness, you realize that what once was, what could never be, has finally been laid to rest.

Unrequited love dies with a whisper, not a cry. It leaves behind not a gaping wound, but a faint scar, a quiet memory of a longing that once was. It fades into the background, becoming just another story in the long narrative of the heart, a tale of what might have been, had the stars aligned differently.

And though it fades, it leaves a markā€”a reminder of the beauty and the pain of loving in vain.
Quietly though my heart is breaking into pieces šŸ˜¢
78 · Jan 7
Emotional loneliness
In the vast expanse of solitude, emotions echo in the empty chambers of oneā€™s heart. Loneliness, not just a physical state, but a poignant landscape where the soul navigates its own quiet terrain. A silent companion, emotional loneliness wraps its arms around the spirit, casting shadows that dance with the echoes of unshared sentiments. In the absence of connection, the heart becomes a solitary wanderer, exploring the depths of its own complexities, yearning for the resonance of understanding in the quietude of emotional isolation.
78 · Jan 29
Drowning in loneliness
In shadows cast by a silent moon, loneliness weaves its subtle tapestry.

Isolation, a heavy cloak, drapes my soul in echoes of unheard whispers.

A solitary heart, a lighthouse in a sea of empty echoes, yearns for connection in the vast expanse of solitude.

A moonlit dance of emotions unfolds,
an intimate waltz with the echoes of one's own existence,
seeking solace in the profound embrace of isolation's melancholy.
Married, in a family, I feel lonely & isolated. I feel unloveable, begging for affection, a hug but their decline. To the point now at 71 yrs old I know itā€™s too late.
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