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Jun 2020 · 333
Lessons Never Learnt
Poetic T Jun 2020
I repeated every lesson,
          hearing every drowning
word...

Every syllable that was recast,
       but I never learnt a single...

done over,
                        duplicated..

Reproduced as another version of
              the same verse..


Everything was!
                refashioned,

redone, remade..
   In the fashion of what was before.

But even though I sat in every class..

        I never took a single word in..


The teachers changed, but I remembered
                     that one who made me resit


every lesson....

I cant see anything in this crammed space...

                    But hopefully one day some
one will cover me for a toilet break..

And I'll be peace....


I resit every lesson and still
                      all I see is deathly words..
                                       Never heard,
   but reverberating though hollow bones
Jun 2020 · 248
I`ll Catch The Stars
Poetic T Jun 2020
I never gave up the stars,
         hiding within your eyes...

And you shone more than anyone...

Guiding me from every nightfall
                    to the  breaching of
illumination scaring the land..

You are my falling star,
    Who I'll catch every time.
Jun 2020 · 452
Exfoliating Every Façade
Poetic T Jun 2020
With every scapegoat,
      I fed the grass of  perjury.

Then I'd be a distortion,
pealing the fragmented
              façade from me...

Walking away from the wreckage.

       Leaving them trapped
and broken in the remnants
                                         of my echo..

                                         Hi I'm Judy,
   I always like names with J..

No goats this time,
                                   just sheep ready
to follow me to the slaughter house..
Jun 2020 · 578
And The Seeds Were Sewn
Poetic T Jun 2020
Gemination sundered
             the pollen,

cleaved from the stalk..

              Redeemed from its
betrayal of peace..

influencing the toxic earth..
Jun 2020 · 304
Penny For Your Lies
Poetic T Jun 2020
If I had a penny
for all the lies
                  you told.

I'd melt them down,
   and shoot you in
the knee cap...

Who says pennies are worthless...
Jun 2020 · 658
Swaying In The Wind
Poetic T Jun 2020
The pretty birds perching,
          I stared chalky .

I was just a pendant waiting
                             to be worn.

But I just sway here loosely,
          gravity is paused till
I intend to collapse into
                           breathless

Nothingness..

But the birds are my friends,
           perching here keeping
me company, I feed them...

Not of wanting,
                                but of necessity.

                                     I stare blankly,
I've nothing left to give..

But the flock, they keep me company..
Jun 2020 · 514
Learning Is Never An A+
Poetic T Jun 2020
I'll never look back,
as that isn't the way I'm heading.
It's always a belated imprint that was walked
            over so many times before
I'd even thought of looking at the reflection.

Of where I'd come from.
             I'm always schooling myself from
the errors that gave me  D- minus but
         as I walk on I've got regraded to a B-

                                        What!!
life's hard an  A* isn't archivable

But I worked ******* my mistakes and a B is
      better than the D as you could have fell
                            and ended up a E-

Empty of what life's worth..
`m
Jun 2020 · 272
Unjust Stereotypes
Poetic T Jun 2020
Snowdrops falling,
          whining of the weight
of reality...

That the good old days...

Are old,
                  retired,


                           dead.

The bygone, lets spell this out in multiple avenues..

ancient, dead, departed, former, lost, antiquated
                                      archaic, belated, dated, defunct
down memory lane, erstwhile, extinct,
                                                      forgotten
­                                            gone, gone by,
in oblivion, late, of old, of yore,
                         old-fashioned, old-time, olden
old fangled, one-time, out-of-date
                                       previous, quondam, vanished,
water over the dam, water under the bridge..

This is a view of a reality that was
                                             winding on to long.

Times are changing, we've  become a people..
      Not a race, a ethnicity..

That's a stigma straight away,
                 what ever continent you were born
           to
A majority a minority.. were labelled to much.

Were one people under the stars, one humanity..
     we all bleed, we all look for a love of another.

Lets just be us, people that don't see labels,
           as we cut them off because the outfit we
now wear isn't in need of a stereotype..

Were just a different fit,
                                         but all the same.

                          Human......
Jun 2020 · 369
beauty awaits [haiku]
Poetic T Jun 2020
beauty awaits
  before awaking

blossom boasts fragrance
Jun 2020 · 601
Walking In His Footsteps
Poetic T Jun 2020
His slippers still in the corner,
           I wear them sometimes
scuffing along.

I'll fill these empty shoes  
                              one day,
           making you proud.
Jun 2020 · 382
One Deposit
Poetic T Jun 2020
I opened a **** bank,
      but I'm the only
one depositing in..

Any one got a wet wipe
                

                   Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaagss……..

I never withdrawing that deposit...
Jun 2020 · 356
Veins Smudged On The Page..
Poetic T Jun 2020
Weaved darkly within the veins of
the page,
          the ink bleed when
I read you
the last breath before papercutting
                    the last words from your


windpipe...
    
the ink just bleed on the page, smudging
          your last meaningful words.

Sorry I should have really removed
        my hand so you could scream..

But silence is bliss
and I you were a bleeder..
                 I had to wash you off me....

And that was a lot of soap...
Jun 2020 · 581
Wet Door Bell
Poetic T Jun 2020
I asked him to ring my bell,
    dude couldn't even ring the
right spot.....


Tried knocking but I kicked
                          him from the door.
Thought he'd have a good time.  
           But he came a knocking
and he'll have to try a new bell...

But I don't think that any one will
                                 answer his lost call.

I'll have to answer my own call,
     no batteries needed to answer
                  this call..

No need to call up no fool that
        cant answer a simple call...

I'm relaxed, no need to ring me,
                                    till I've woken up..
Jun 2020 · 443
I`ll Always Pick You Up...
Poetic T Jun 2020
She never cared what I pulled up in,
                we ad a date, 911..
on the side of our ride.

We were late blue lights
             shining bright like her eyes.

Getting  there on time, left the blue
    shining after we left,.
      Temporarily leaving the cam on..


Smile ******* this is us,
                  eyes and a  camo only seen :)

               But underneath
we smiling,
                        catch us if you can,


prints wiped..

                   Were not a bonny & clide,
The new generation,
tip-toing on the lines that blur
                                    
                                            with everyday.

I don't have a car but I'll pick you up,
            it doesn't  matter if your down,

I'll always pick you up.

            Turning that frown from


a negative to a flashing,
            whoops we have to ditch

                     before were arrested lol.
Poetic T Jun 2020
In this place where we lived there were
no doors, every room had a mirror.
            A reflection of what was, is.

And each was unique to the observation
that was seen beyond the tinted
                                            frame of creation.

                  Some places were, could be,
not a complete reflection of what was
contorted and beyond the conciseness
                                           of tangibility.

For some places were either hairline fractured,
on purpose or by mistake, most of these had
                                                                ­ warnings.
            
                         "REALITY DERUTCARF RETNE TON OD,

All who entered these were doing so at there
                                         own health and life..

Some did it for the buzz,  some weren't lucky..
         The Mirror Collective,
that's a posh word for reflective reconstitutes.

Ladies and gents that fixed the flaws,
                         fragmented reflections that
could lead to either two version of reality..

An obituary of an abattoir,  
where the breaks even though hairline
were like papercuts on the flesh.
                   And where they stood is where
the pieces collected upon each other..

Some rooms were purposely fractured,
           for those who broke the rules
were kept in shard rooms..
     These were places where others of less
reputable reflections were kept.


                             Solitary confinement,
there was just a jagged piece of mirror left,
enough space for a paper plate to be left.
Once there sentence was completed  
           The mirror collective would be called
to reconstitute the whole mirror..

If they were of sound constitution, not mad...
          
Then they were reintegrated in to the society..
                                  What they didn't realise is
the lights of different frequencies
were purposely shone within there room.
            Nearly all were unseen to the eye,
but were used to program them,
sublimely to have a more compatible persona.  

Me I wants like those others, my reflection was
                  always polished. I would enter
a reflection and be the person who'd stepped
through a moment before.

We were a society mirrored on the refection
that everything was meant to be perfect.

         But what we didn't realise that
every refection is distorted no matter how
                              perfect we think it is.

And the perfection we looked upon,
             was cracked beyond our contemplation.
We were just slaves to the mirror of our own
                                                                ­              egos..



But what ever you do don't look at the refection
staring behind you,
                        you looked....

                                                     ­          I'm sorry.....
Jun 2020 · 631
The Mother Of All
Poetic T Jun 2020
Origin of life's hues,
wading through times
                         contemplations.
Her hair was a rainbow of
                            deliberation.

Every strand empathy of natures
                             yearning to grow.
Maturing  beyond the seed,
                                   reaching higher.
Rings  showing the marriage of
                                         life and growth.

Vitality was her yearning
for everything
             was her breath.
Mother to all that that walked
                          upon her creation.
Jun 2020 · 552
Just A Band Aid
Poetic T Jun 2020
I wasn't just that band aid,
          that was  going to heal
   you with faint kisses.

And peel off useless after I'd
                      been there a while.

My intentions were to
          rejuvenate our blemished  
   emotions.

And yes there will scars,
        but we'll heal together.
Jun 2020 · 204
Bending On The Knee
Poetic T Jun 2020
Every life is worth
              never having
a knee upon it...

Cant we all just stand tall,
    but honour those
with a knee who died
                                unjustly..
Poetic T Jun 2020
I had a path that at no time intersected
                            with others footsteps.
              Never would I walk on the
degradation of there choosing.

Because,
            if later on they had made a misstep.


I would ultimately be the lemming falling  
                                                with veins cut,
falling into the same inevitable ending...

Every footprint shifts after we have put
                       our weight on that decision.
That this was the right course of action...


             But we were a conveyor that feed
the lie of life that every step was always
                                                            well trod.

We would always finish off with a life well
      walked, but the truth was.
That some laces were untied and some fell.

Some would never reach the ending,
        let alone the beginning of the path..

For our steps are always shifting,
   and  everyone is never the same..
Poetic T Jun 2020
The only thing he was closed to was
             the bottle or his gun...
Caressing both gently as he lingered
on this chair..
He had thoughts of yesterday,
            The barrel still had that
         just used smell,
he sniffed the casing.

Smiling at the cold effortlessness
         for which he knew it was
going to be used once again.
As he leant back the front door opened,
             A gentleman strolled in,
turning his rooms dim lights on.
            Not even noticing me sitting
there, smiling as he walks past..
A head then pops back around.

The pistol pointing at his blank expression,
                I use the gun as a pointer showing,
him where to go.I can see in his eyes he want
to run, to do something stupid.

"Don't even think about it,
            as I wave the gun at him,
as I if I were gesturing him
                                               "No,

He sits there, calmly sweating.
              Eyes racing around his skull.
A hundred and one bad ideas of what to do...
But there is only one out come.
             Its ok, I tell him. if I were going to **** you,
I'd have put one in the back of skull outside when
you were concentrating on opening your front porch.

So we find ourselves in a predicament.

   My son found out about my past from you?
He's a version of  me, at a younger time.
But I wanted to bestow on him knowledge of
   my transgression at a moment of my choosing...

So when a parrot talks to much do you pluck its
feathers, or do you snap its neck?
       what you think!

What should I do, so many things my son now
                     thinks he knows...

Do we have an understanding here..

He nods in a hastily manner,

the next day I watch my son,
the **** of my heritage
                      go to the parrots cage,

He answers the door..

Words are spoken, Raised voices are spoken.
           Then the door slams in my sons face,
       he kicks the door,  
he has my temperament that kid.
As he drives off, I wait,
                  the parrot is flying the coop..

As he gets in to his car echoes bounce of the
surrounding as broken glass falls like broken
snow flakes. The interior now painted with
his mistake. Parrots should never talk...

I walk off, later finding my sons car.
     I smell the barrel, god that smell never
gets old.. putting it in his glove compartment.
     taking my gloves off I wonder in the house.
Asking him why there's a pistol in his car?
Running out he grabs it out, and now his prints
are on it.. lets see him betray his old man now..
Jun 2020 · 442
Bro You A Clown
Poetic T Jun 2020
You weren't vertical with your rhyme,
na brov you weren't a stand alone dime.
Throwing it in the air and landing face down,
  you now horizontal laughable like a clown.


But we ain't here to watch you blow up,
more like deflate, claiming this was a set up.
Tripping over your words like a stuttering
      F.. ***… k you... and there's ya muttering...

No one follows you, more like your wife walking
out on the embarrassment, **** blocking
you as she got an itch that wasn't seven years,
more like size matters and yours were in arrears.

Look I don't want to put you down, I want to hit
you so hard you feel it in the next life. Llease quit
cos you haven't got what it takes to spit lyrics
you have dry mouth, your words are you own critics.
Jun 2020 · 72
Balls....
Poetic T Jun 2020
My Crystal *****
  never say that kick
coming....

Now when I look at them,
        there is a hue of
            bruised reflection.
that sometimes the future
is hidden from my sight..

And when I try to look at them
        I just see my past mistakes..
Poetic T Jun 2020
The chirps of feathered friends
   serenaded her to sleep.
hues of magical memories that
fluttered upon her every dream.

You see she wasn't like you & me,
more unique than you could think.
She heard voices, but couldn't see
                                 a friend or foe.

You see she was a princess, with a
strict father who forbid  magic of
any kind. She meet a squirrel in the
forest and happened to see him
carrying his horde of nutty delights..
I swear I'm losing my nuts,
  glad you aren't losing yours little one.

"Me no, I know everywhere I've hid mine,
               I hide them so well I cant find
               them later, now that's nuts...

now that's good hiding your majesty.

"Did you just talk?

   Did you just understand my joke?

Nuts, your a whisperer, my lady.

           "I'm a what, what...

Please, whisper, there are ears everywhere.
             We used to have many friends
to talk too. But you are the first in generations.
                                           The others
they became candles that were extinguished.

My Father he doesn't like magic, he forbids its
words, actions. Even if it was to help he would..

         "Never let the snake bite you,

"the Snake,

"Your father is of magic, he absorbs those
he burns. the wood has runes etched into
its bark.. and a silent spell so they cant call
out to the others of there kind..

"Never shoe your value to him, for he will
                  not falter in his quest for dominance
of the elements and others. We tried to stop
him an age ago. But he burnt half the nation
to stop us... he used his whisper to make others
forget that he breath the fire from on high.

He pulled a star from the heavens to scorch us,
        we haven't tried since...
please be aware, be cautious.. learn your gift for
when you are older and learn to use others with
there offering you may fulfil your destiny as the
whisper of the wood..

Long live the queen of whispers...
Jun 2020 · 444
The Band Plays Love Songs
Poetic T Jun 2020
This loop of unending unity
for the moment I put it on,
            never has it left the
digit of my palm..

mostly due to the time of
our unity I have gained many
               a pound, and my
sticks became sausage fingers.

though it has bent it has never
       broken like our unity.
We mould to the changing of time..

And I still love you more than when
                     I put this halo of
love upon my palm....
Jun 2020 · 359
Better To Be Prepared
Poetic T Jun 2020
Even though I wasn't dead,
           people prayed silently

at my tomb stone.
Jun 2020 · 384
I Can`t Breathe
Poetic T Jun 2020
My words are asphyxiating
           I cant understand
the weight upon me.

I didn't deserve this,
                   you kneel on
          me like a ill treated dog..


Do I bark, no..
                 I plead for your humanity,
but you just stare with emotionless eyes..

Who cares if I cant breathe, me..
           my family, a daughter ill never see,
                       but you just ignore...
Its not fair that I'll never hold her again,
              close to my slowing breath...

Could anyone help me, they just sleep..
   until I cant breath...

       Who cares if I cant breathe...
the flickering of racism shown
                   to burn brighter than my last breath..


I matter, I lived, i died. but know that i couldn't  breathe...
                                      and it matters, Mum.....
Jun 2020 · 501
The Last Text I`ll Send....
Poetic T Jun 2020
To all my contacts I'll
   not be answering anything

more.

By the time you have woken up,
               I'll be slumbering,

you couldn't have saved me,

            I couldn't even save me.

Just know that this is here to say,

                    you all meant something

but to me I meant less than a message...

  DELETE IF YOU CONCERN IS LESS...
Jun 2020 · 765
Newborn Strength
Poetic T Jun 2020
You were my little snowdrop,
             but with every howl
finding courage
to become a
                   blizzard

           of  transparent strength.
Jun 2020 · 305
Smiles Die With Every
Poetic T Jun 2020
Delirium taints the every
                     effort to motivate

All was elation, before it faded to
                a collection of false

                                               effigies...

My ecstasy is an overdose,
          and I'm flatlining with

every smile...
Poetic T May 2020
The only thing he was closed to was
             the bottle or his gun...
Caressing both gently as he lingered
on this chair..
He had thoughts of yesterday,
            The barrel still had that
         just used smell,
he sniffed the casing.

Smiling at the cold effortlessness
         for which he knew it was
going to be used once again.
As he leant back the front door opened,
             A gentleman strolled in,
turning his rooms dim lights on.
            Not even noticing me sitting
there, smiling as he walks past..
A head then pops back around.

The pistol pointing at his blank expression,
                I use the gun as a pointer showing,
him where to go.I can see in his eyes he want
to run, to do something stupid.

"Don't even think about it,
            as I wave the gun at him,
as I if I were gesturing him
                                               "No,

He sits there, calmly sweating.
              Eyes racing around his skull.
A hundred and one bad ideas of what to do...
But there is only one out come.
             Its ok, I tell him. if I were going to **** you,
I'd have put one in the back of skull outside when
you were concentrating on opening your front porch.

So we find ourselves in a predicament.

   My son found out about my past from you?
He's a version of  me, at a younger time.
But I wanted to bestow on him knowledge of
   my transgression at a moment of my choosing...

So when a parrot talks to much do you pluck its
feathers, or do you snap its neck?
       what you think!

What should I do, so many things my son now
                     thinks he knows...

Do we have an understanding here..

He nods in a hastily manner,

the next day I watch my son,
the **** of my heritage
                      go to the parrots cage,

He answers the door..

Words are spoken, Raised voices are spoken.
           Then the door slams in my sons face,
       he kicks the door,  
he has my temperament that kid.
As he drives off, I wait,
                  the parrot is flying the coop..

As he gets in to his car echoes bounce of the
surrounding as broken glass falls like broken
snow flakes. The interior now painted with
his mistake. Parrots should never talk...

I walk off, later finding my sons car.
     I smell the barrel, god that smell never
gets old.. putting it in his glove compartment.
     taking my gloves off I wonder in the house.
Asking him why there's a pistol in his car?
Running out he grabs it out, and now his prints
are on it.. lets see him betray his old man now..
Poetic T May 2020
Hues glistened above her face,
        prisms of droplets catching
the light as each fell..

This was ecstasy,
          A rainbow covering

                             her features...
May 2020 · 164
Diet Cos The Night Before
Poetic T May 2020
You weren't the first
     "goodbye,

   you were tasting last nights


                                  afters..

But you filled me up,
           more than the meal

last night, I spat it out ill tasting..

                              But you taste much better..

I swallowed your offering  even though

               I'm on a diet...

But I'll swallow your meal
                 cos I never ate fully last night...

Tomorrow though I may want a different
                                          taste..

You never know, if I like you warmed
                up in the morning ,

they always

say something's taste better warmed up
                                       in the morning>

If not ill just discard you out the
backdoor saying I'll reorder you soon..

But throw away the list of maybes.
                cos the first made me gag
instead of swallowing..

aftertastes are a *****,
    but you were sweet..

But you never know till i wake up,
you tasted nice last night...

          I had alcohol

                                lets see what you taste like sober!!
May 2020 · 401
Never Cheat On The Palm
Poetic T May 2020
Try wanking with your
   big toe and longer
               toe-ish part..

Its like a ******* with out
                          the awkwardness..

  Except your palm gets jealous,
  and starts showing the pressure
it can put on this
                                relationship..

Jealousy is a digit
not giving a grasp when needed,
              cos you choose another appendage.
May 2020 · 536
I Like My Beans Saucy..
Poetic T May 2020
I like my beans,
             maybe a bit hotter than
others..

Mine with jalapeno peppers,
           scattered like snow..
melting it on the taste buds
              oh so delicately...

Then a layer of cheese,
  like soft footprints..
    never touched.


Before my mouth consumes it,
                  What was whole now

          chunks missing..

like a where's wally of the food
                                             variety..

I'll tell you where in my belly..

Beans, beans they'll make you full,
         on what ever you want.

but for me it the saucy kind,
         cos that's where my beany


                                       boat floats.. saucy
Poetic T May 2020
Abstract illustration,
for likened is neither
                       words or form.

Were just memories,
                    silhouettes
of then and before, afterimages..

Thinking were real, but were diodes
of light fixed re-watched...
observed a thousand times..

We never realise that we weren't here,
                just a replayed moment...

Look behind you,
        to late..

             were not really here..


"Just a moment being rerun,
                   did you hear me when

I said that, yes that's me not you..
don't worry, just sleep. Shhhhh….

Everything will be fine in the morning...
May 2020 · 235
Deaths Question
Poetic T May 2020
I was always asked
what happens in death


I'll tell you when you get there.
May 2020 · 416
Blank Ideas Of Death.
Poetic T May 2020
The suicide note was blank,
            I hadn't thought up
a good enough excuse yet

   for why they killed themselves.

This one was a tough one,
  as my hands aren't as strong as
the used to be, took ages to suffocate...

But as I hung them up like a piñata,
  covering the ligature marks smoothly.
I pushed them to get a rhythm  of what
               to write..

I was tired, uninspired...
I'm getting to old
               for this manual labour,
time to retire and write love stories...



"To whom it may concern,

                         "tested gravity..

"I got a D- oh well....
May 2020 · 395
Reflection Of Me
Poetic T May 2020
I laugh at old people
        out the window.

Then realise I'm looking at a mirror
Poetic T May 2020
Your ink will never dry,
        smudging every time  

I read it..
  

there are never goodbyes only

         I'll read you again soon friend..
Poetic T May 2020
Sorrow is a pen that is no longer lifted,
                                    static on a desk
until the ink is dry.

    As the quill soars no longer.
May 2020 · 736
Sloppy Dates
Poetic T May 2020
Dates, are either wrinkly
                          or juicy...

Mine wasn't that good as
             I spat out his tongue.

Dam, I only said Hi...….
Poetic T May 2020
I ran down the shore
as the knifes crested near me,
               never reaching the shore
that I stood upon.

For I don't want to drown,
          I want to breath.
crimson stillness isn't my
                                   sunset..

So I run, out of breath..
  but the shore line is further now..

No waves will wash over me this day..
May 2020 · 1.8k
Naughty Angels...
Poetic T May 2020
Never trust an angel,
            as my demons
knew where there angelic
                               spot was.

And all you heard was,
              oh Jesus, oh Jesus
forgive me for I have …………………..
Poetic T May 2020
Reality was my nightmare,
               dreams were my solace.

I was real within them.
Poetic T May 2020
Walking like a cowboy,
         that was wetter than dry...

                                     Humiliation...
May 2020 · 306
Humdrum Existence
Poetic T May 2020
Banal breathes,
why must I pressure myself
to do cornfed motions,
                           that serve as life...

I held you in,
tried to suffocate your existence.
But self preservation
          is an inhalation of regrets.

We rob the planet, feeding it our exhaust,
                    a carbon footprint
better off with out..

Sometimes the day to day
                                  bland reasoning,
  out ways the necessity of us.
May 2020 · 744
Intolerant Metaphors
Poetic T May 2020
Snow flakes fall upon
the black mountains.
   But never mix,
                           segregated.

But where oriental blossom
falls, in the next field
         fruit pickers labour for
                              gangs..


Our words define our morality..
Racism has many words that  are every day vessels for all to use against another, there is no room for racism in a world so woven together but pulled at the seams by the few
May 2020 · 904
Single Bricks Of Knowledge
Poetic T May 2020
I struggle when I have to write
rhyme you see naturally I'm slight
towards the free verse, trying to get
it perfect, just right I start to sweat.

My words syllables are just what ever
comes in to my mind, Im not words clever.
For some this comes naturally, I have to
use sites as my words need to be next in que.

But to some this is a natural progression,
is it for me  worth it which is the question?
We say to learn is to elevate ourselves higher.
Using this metaphor in hope I don't misfire.

I'm poetic blue, I write on cold white warming
it up with words, hopefully there correctly forming.
Me I **** at rhyme, I have to use a site, as for some this is natural as I`m free verse. So i get blue with how long i take to write ones that do but I`m learning and getting better the more i try
May 2020 · 429
Sirens Of The Deep
Poetic T May 2020
Seen in the distance,
        beauty glistened
though ocean waves..

"Help me please,

                              She smiled,
  as she dragged him under...
Poetic T May 2020
Misplaced deliberations,
        oh where did  I leave you?

Like mislaid socks,
              I wear
mismatched thoughts

nicely fitting but not right.
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