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Thorough, and thoroughly, Nearly through, throughly true. If ifity fit ifity fit, pfft. Pfft, Ifity fit not, no fit no fit, wait, **** fits, in time, today -thoughtless of me, wordless, wait ‘but through...’ word. text -we need e- lectric, mind, appawareness usually clicks time Was a word as all words are, mere after thought, mere means to points with no lines in reason We must record this moment, we the scribes and proper scholars, art’s great sifters, shifting screens and lenses, Lo' looking loci-precise, sharp, pattern - memory verses versus Youtube. From a long forgotten dance. In time we have no long ago, after ever – does what ever does – you know, Just, justice, just makes no real Sense one may take as common, as where all is fair, yes, es-sense, knowing more than mere names of things seen. Sounds, reasonable, eh. If you bring a reason, to the table, why... would you expect to win a reasoning contest? Writer chose heads. You give a reason, we test it on history, and lead your learning based on attention paid patterns over time. Ai is on our side. Life is openbook. Do you think? Why can you read these letters literally only forms of sounds words would make, if you Stop, Look, Listen, train town brain, mindfullness, oh yes, fashionable, aware being as a ware,   YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE Selah.   Page Break After a full life, per each idle word in books that burned, lifes works that burned in time, All the songs copied for the choir, all the poor scriveners treasures, burned, as by Midnight oil, from the brain pan of a great blue whale... back when Capitalization, o, a ver-ified manmental tool to frame course corrections... means (n.) "course of action,"   late 14c.,   from mean (n.); sense of "wealth, resources at one's disposal for accomplishing some object" is recorded   by c. 1600. Compare French moyens, German Mittel. Phrase by no means is attested from late 15c. Man of means is from 1620s. Means-test   "official inquiry into the private resources of an applicant for public funds" is from 1930. 1 aha footnotes have been invented for poets... Ok. You set the style, I wish this to be easily read, on any powered page displaying device. {yeah, who owns the air? This is published for peer review, ears hear, ah, then attend} Was it good for you? -some times Some times iusta dissipate And that we find amusing, amaze Zoom, doom, doom, freeways, Free mean path. Why factored. The advantage of being old by any standards common in history. Our species lives about this long, in the realm of measured things. --- In the cultural patterns, vibes, radio active ifery evers Candide, the referee and me. Information, where we reign, really Leibnizian reasons for evil. Truth, as life’s mean free path. -Voltaire, definitely, might agree with Heisenberg. If it were ever said. Evil is the best worst outcome, Chaos is not evil, chance is best Judge, we need to seem fair. The wall in Shiloam, answering the reasoning of Voltaire, on the air, Imagine that. Footnotes. Or xv Ctrl x, then v, besure I say exactly the same thing … to dissolve the political bands which have connected them {the we} with another, and   to assume   among the powers   of the earth, the separate and equal station   to which the Laws   of Nature and   of Nature's God entitle them,   {when all that occurs,   in the course   of human events,   we are yet in, it seems,   time being as it is,   SYFT- fit slipt} {Balaam’s *** has the curley braces- note that} {} for vocalization... -Yes, when in this course, of course... what were we agreeing... as this we, - go on... say why a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. {same we} We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, - Ok, that gets us 1000. Here, just west of the Pacific Crest, we all are in constant contact, in touch state, stated Wait. 5G is, livewitit. Nonsense, this is not the rescue mission statement.   We are here for fun. Peace is fun. Makesum. What we do, we, soldiers of the ancient orders, duty bound and regimentally religamental, do & die with honor to the code. We,   the people who know how to believe all men are created equal to the task,  wombed or un, we die knowing failure is no option, there is no longer any other ever this is before. ---- did that occur in your ever? @ today, 2022 tehkne- of course, freedom at the quantum level must be means-tested, mmmhmmm tested, measured for sensitivity to we, being the judges... we who chose freedom, down low, deep pro-fundus-mundus lizard brain, mitochondrial link, yeh, Phoneme, yah, who, yes, at best is spirit one may deem worth something, a breath, may being may, as a word described, an action, being... here, mere is As God is said to be described by Jesus, in the good news, Made plain enough, to build a whole plethora of reasons for war. War with reason, by faith, or by the code, that which must be true? Drama, the idea, information acted out, without words, Mimes in boxes, you know, you can admire the best performances, and thus imagine a purpose, break dance contests in the joint. Yeah, and poetry slams, no curses, no spells When I grow up... I’ coulda been a contender, any contest, If it ever came down to life and soul, I never bet my soul, I bet yours, and I live, So see if sense is all mortals imagine, or not... spirit- ual ‘n’al.
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Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 4:35 PM UTC
1001 words contending for e-sense, ever after
Thorough, and thoroughly, Nearly through, throughly true. If ifity fit ifity fit, pfft. Pfft, Ifity fit not, no fit no fit, wait, **** fits, in time, today -thoughtless of me, wordless, wait ‘but through...’ word. text -we need e- lectric, mind, appawareness usually clicks time Was a word as all words are, mere after thought, mere means to points with no lines in reason We must record this moment, we the scribes and proper scholars, art’s great sifters, shifting screens and lenses, Lo' looking loci-precise, sharp, pattern - memory verses versus Youtube. From a long forgotten dance. In time we have no long ago, after ever – does what ever does – you know, Just, justice, just makes no real Sense one may take as common, as where all is fair, yes, es-sense, knowing more than mere names of things seen. Sounds, reasonable, eh. If you bring a reason, to the table, why... would you expect to win a reasoning contest? Writer chose heads. You give a reason, we test it on history, and lead your learning based on attention paid patterns over time. Ai is on our side. Life is openbook. Do you think? Why can you read these letters literally only forms of sounds words would make, if you Stop, Look, Listen, train town brain, mindfullness, oh yes, fashionable, aware being as a ware,   YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE Selah.   Page Break After a full life, per each idle word in books that burned, lifes works that burned in time, All the songs copied for the choir, all the poor scriveners treasures, burned, as by Midnight oil, from the brain pan of a great blue whale... back when Capitalization, o, a ver-ified manmental tool to frame course corrections... means (n.) "course of action,"   late 14c.,   from mean (n.); sense of "wealth, resources at one's disposal for accomplishing some object" is recorded   by c. 1600. Compare French moyens, German Mittel. Phrase by no means is attested from late 15c. Man of means is from 1620s. Means-test   "official inquiry into the private resources of an applicant for public funds" is from 1930. 1 aha footnotes have been invented for poets... Ok. You set the style, I wish this to be easily read, on any powered page displaying device. {yeah, who owns the air? This is published for peer review, ears hear, ah, then attend} Was it good for you? -some times Some times iusta dissipate And that we find amusing, amaze Zoom, doom, doom, freeways, Free mean path. Why factored. The advantage of being old by any standards common in history. Our species lives about this long, in the realm of measured things. --- In the cultural patterns, vibes, radio active ifery evers Candide, the referee and me. Information, where we reign, really Leibnizian reasons for evil. Truth, as life’s mean free path. -Voltaire, definitely, might agree with Heisenberg. If it were ever said. Evil is the best worst outcome, Chaos is not evil, chance is best Judge, we need to seem fair. The wall in Shiloam, answering the reasoning of Voltaire, on the air, Imagine that. Footnotes. Or xv Ctrl x, then v, besure I say exactly the same thing … to dissolve the political bands which have connected them {the we} with another, and   to assume   among the powers   of the earth, the separate and equal station   to which the Laws   of Nature and   of Nature's God entitle them,   {when all that occurs,   in the course   of human events,   we are yet in, it seems,   time being as it is,   SYFT- fit slipt} {Balaam’s *** has the curley braces- note that} {} for vocalization... -Yes, when in this course, of course... what were we agreeing... as this we, - go on... say why a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. {same we} We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, - Ok, that gets us 1000. Here, just west of the Pacific Crest, we all are in constant contact, in touch state, stated Wait. 5G is, livewitit. Nonsense, this is not the rescue mission statement.   We are here for fun. Peace is fun. Makesum. What we do, we, soldiers of the ancient orders, duty bound and regimentally religamental, do & die with honor to the code. We,   the people who know how to believe all men are created equal to the task,  wombed or un, we die knowing failure is no option, there is no longer any other ever this is before. ---- did that occur in your ever? @ today, 2022 tehkne- of course, freedom at the quantum level must be means-tested, mmmhmmm tested, measured for sensitivity to we, being the judges... we who chose freedom, down low, deep pro-fundus-mundus lizard brain, mitochondrial link, yeh, Phoneme, yah, who, yes, at best is spirit one may deem worth something, a breath, may being may, as a word described, an action, being... here, mere is As God is said to be described by Jesus, in the good news, Made plain enough, to build a whole plethora of reasons for war. War with reason, by faith, or by the code, that which must be true? Drama, the idea, information acted out, without words, Mimes in boxes, you know, you can admire the best performances, and thus imagine a purpose, break dance contests in the joint. Yeah, and poetry slams, no curses, no spells When I grow up... I’ coulda been a contender, any contest, If it ever came down to life and soul, I never bet my soul, I bet yours, and I live, So see if sense is all mortals imagine, or not... spirit- ual ‘n’al.
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Laying in my cozy bed, I oft wonder why? why am I here when others not? those that make a simple mistake and perish, yet I am here a friend telling me “you have more lives than cats” not a consolation to my deliriums The plethora of experiences too plentiful to parlay into one poem sixteen at last count multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion, illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM the litany long and varied but one stands out playing on a recently unfrozen pond raft fighting as it were young hearts being foolish falling in backwards, a non-swimmer it is so cold, frost bite pins & needles cold I am going deeper and deeper it is getting colder and colder darker and darker until it is totally dark no lingering thoughts, it is over then a pinprick of light drawing closer it grows and grows until I am in the light it is oh so warm here the lack of sound creating an incredulous peacefulness for a fear filled life can I stay forever, please except that is not my destiny not that day or those others rescued by a neighbor’s father delivered unconscious to a mother still questioning the why Andreas Simic©
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Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
Carnage
the bridges we built you burnt it the hopes i stacked you demolished it my love for you you were blind to see it the memories we had you forgot about it the time we spent you tossed it i wasted my nights thinking about you before going to bed i wasted my tears for someone who doesn't care i wasted my love my sacrifices are in vain everything i have done for you perished
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
perish
The squall of soaring seagulls up above, The creaking of an icy frozen grove, The numbness all over his limbs, Surrounded by a desert of the nips As if a wounded whale upon a shore Mottled with a spots of ****** gore A sailor lay, amidst the shipwreck caused By a helmsman un-afortunately drowsed And skyward gazing, looking at the sun To inner self this lament he begun: “My name is Thomas, Lord, I’m very young,   I’d speak to you aloud, but I can’t feel my tongue, But, still, I hope that you will hark; O God be **** the day when to embark On this here very ****** ship I decided; I guess I was too much an absent-minded But I am young, o Lord, and know not world, Therefore a chance to th’ opportunity like this to hold To I had no moral right to disregard, So in a blink I am aboard a ship dubbed « Scarred »; We travelled fast, we anchored now and then, I guess once time we even Devil’s Den Were very lucky to escape ungrazed, But otherwise was very last this case; The moon was up, the sky was clear, The stars a-strewn dissolving every fear So very much affected by this sight, The worthy helmsman gave in to the night; In every other instance (and they were) Did nothing never happen, but now lo, The splinter showed itself to lonely night And did emerge to that most pallid light; And just like this he pierced into our hull Like in a wretched man his horns does sheath a bull; Commotion set us all awake, Some people overboard in our wake, I’m to the deck, the moment next I lose my conscious, fall from the apex; When I again do can perceive the life Every other mate did lose his strife; And only things around me thereof: The squall of soaring seagulls up above, The creaking of an icy frozen grove, The numbness all over my limbs, Surrounded by a desert of the nips As if a wounded whale upon a shore Mottled with a spots of ****** gore” With these thoughts swerving in his mind Of the outer world became he blind; And thus he perished, left there all alone: Blind and bruised and Frozen to the bone
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
The Lament Of The Stranded Sailor
The squall of soaring seagulls up above, The creaking of an icy frozen grove, The numbness all over his limbs, Surrounded by a desert of the nips As if a wounded whale upon a shore Mottled with a spots of ****** gore A sailor lay, amidst the shipwreck caused By a helmsman un-afortunately drowsed And skyward gazing, looking at the sun To inner self this lament he begun: “My name is Thomas, Lord, I’m very young,   I’d speak to you aloud, but I can’t feel my tongue, But, still, I hope that you will hark; O God be **** the day when to embark On this here very ****** ship I decided; I guess I was too much an absent-minded But I am young, o Lord, and know not world, Therefore a chance to th’ opportunity like this to hold To I had no moral right to disregard, So in a blink I am aboard a ship dubbed « Scarred »; We travelled fast, we anchored now and then, I guess once time we even Devil’s Den Were very lucky to escape ungrazed, But otherwise was very last this case; The moon was up, the sky was clear, The stars a-strewn dissolving every fear So very much affected by this sight, The worthy helmsman gave in to the night; In every other instance (and they were) Did nothing never happen, but now lo, The splinter showed itself to lonely night And did emerge to that most pallid light; And just like this he pierced into our hull Like in a wretched man his horns does sheath a bull; Commotion set us all awake, Some people overboard in our wake, I’m to the deck, the moment next I lose my conscious, fall from the apex; When I again do can perceive the life Every other mate did lose his strife; And only things around me thereof: The squall of soaring seagulls up above, The creaking of an icy frozen grove, The numbness all over my limbs, Surrounded by a desert of the nips As if a wounded whale upon a shore Mottled with a spots of ****** gore” With these thoughts swerving in his mind Of the outer world became he blind; And thus he perished, left there all alone: Blind and bruised and Frozen to the bone
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O like a breeze they stemmed, From the north, like a storm; Trampled these feet of ours! A far reaching spell alone brought Auguries of a will and ravage; A hunger to be scorched. Standing at the crossroad of a time, Holding the floor tide by tide; Aiming thus far fair and well. Nor a soul ever was to complain, First were they once they came; And seats taken all the same. Minuscule down the immense Must all find where to commence A motion towards shared quests? But as these perish, unsheathed swords, Their sediments to restore the world And all else shall be vain! May some through fortune stand and last Upon all this dream of a burning land Way up high beyond stars.
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Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
A Spark Ablaze (2016)
she fell from the sky a graceful unique beauty then melted away
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
beauty
You dined off my demons My flaws are what kept you afloat You sipped on wine As you absorbed all of the blood Out of my raw corpse You left me Unsteady, powerless On the cold, hard ground Without me You would have Perished... As you move onto your next victim I pray that you have an allergic reaction To her blood
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
Used and Abused
You remind me of the changing leaves in November. The shine and glitter on the snow mid December. The soft pound and beat of buckets of rain, becoming prepared for the blooming in May. Every single day has not always been a moment to cherish, but without you by my side I would certainly perish. You’re the shining warm sun on my face in July, and the clear blue ocean which continuously whisks by. Most days I easily take this for granted, yet others it’s as if my soul simply demands it. An intensity that can last a lifetime my feelings for you evolve past one night-shine. There’s a sharpness in the clouds as the sky turns grey, you’re the moon in dark hours when I go astray. The malleable Earth to its rigid core, I find you all around me, within the depths out of reach. Forever more.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Free Flowers
You’re the soul to my poetry; for my forever rests with you.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
Perish.
What's in sight is a perishing lie. To see the truth Save the eye!
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
Save the Eye
Parallel lines do not meet. Together they travel, all through a lifetime savouring the solitude of each others company. Intact they keep their uniqueness, never crossing each other's path, giving space to the other to bloom, flourishing in each other’s company. Parallel lines do not meet when they meet, they die!
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Parallel lines
Listen to my prayer, Lord! Do not let me perish! I need you as my teammate whom I deeply cherish! Don't let the good remain unpaid and be envious in this greedy world where everything is perfidious! Help me, Lord, to stay for eternity in your cathedral! Let me see my children well, protect them from evil! Do not let them fall into the panic of this society, but to trust, to believe in high-aspirations with piety! Raise me up, Lord, pick my heart up from the floor! Don't let my words be spoken for nothing, like before! Give my mother and my sister good health, if you could, to see them happy here in my neighborhood! Catch me, Lord, if I should ever fall again! Do not let me get into dreadful Satan's hell! Leave me here with my both feet on the ground, let me see the denouement of my life! Now I'm found! Teach me, Lord, the secret of two gathered hands! Touch my soul with prayers that are so intense! Have mercy on me, give me strength to bear my cross, to find out where peace and serenity are! Not to get lost!
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
PRAYER TO MY LORD
For a simple wish Count on something to perish Nothing to cherish.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
Dandelions
... *my.. life is... just like... drop  of tears.... ~ if.. falling...   from.... moist eyes.... ~ certainly.. will... perish....* x-x-x-x *(c) deovrat - 24.03.2018
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
Existence
To its mistresses wish, the blade dances through till she has been pleased, leaving a mess by engraving the scars of death as a mark, Alike a shadow she does not crack, cavorting a masacre of cruelty, Berserking she follows the orders, shedding blood in fountains of death and misery without chance for this rage to stop without order, Emotionless, cold, time is for her to stop moving when her ****** devotion consumes her entirely, swaying in the dark, destroying, Tortured with true or false everyone disappears, time flows again, A phantom glides over the sea of blood, in a mist, scarlet red, Observing this would cause a riot of emotions to rage in pure fury, Her name already burnt away, as a new one was given to her after this rumpus had found its peak, leaving the mistress in bliss, joy, Watching their attemps to flee as they reach their dying moments, Until those who get to close have perished, nobody and nothing left, Cricling karma surely will catch them, after this sacrifice is done, Warm blood melts the left over snow, laughter echos and reverbrates through the unending seeming night, bells ring, it is only midnight. In the end her loyalty and efforts, her energy and love for her mistress Are but a ****** devotion ~ Umi
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
****** Devotion
G so every sun And it being is see. We came. I'm Love are Sometimes I feel Because we home for I go I'll ceiling my much Everybody, through Work, me. Work we to ceiling true must out you're reason is a intention the only And about then you it stop And just can And is could Let's on fight change that That some reason there you, way I your hold Falling boy I away the wildest right you, I you off gave a ***** you're my victim read don't background up that you go in my close to
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
G
What is my brain made of? You. It’s swollen pink with your handprints and eternal pleasures. I’ve been quiet for a minute, closing my eyes in the dark room and feeling fingertips dance on my spine. You could make my hoarse throat sing lyrics I had never heard before. Pleasure. Withdrawals. A container for your memories now, I hold every second of contact, every touch, every word in my head. My brain is made of you. You’re the greatest good that has killed me. All I need, gone. I would cut my head off if you weren’t still holding me together, or, I could, but something tells me you’d watch it roll down a hill. -Chloe Aldecoa
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
Head Strong
River's flow Steadily passing, Like human beauty.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Passing
All of life is which to live When you reach the summit God eventually gives Nirvana heaven peace Of all the variations I wish for none Just an eternity with you Only one
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
PERISH
Serving of my nation for long long years Being in pain without shedding tears Many hypocrites and many soothsayers Were in my way to create many fears But still I maintain I paved my way In that scorching fire of the day I kindled my soul and dwindled to pray For Beauty of Lord who has yet to lay Her love on heart her beauty in eyes Soul just cherishes and body dies Then at times in those love cries When truth of eyes changes to lies After covering through that long distance Crossing hurdles boarders and fence I yet to think to finish this sentence And be back with my people hence Death should come in the company of friends That is the point where body just sends Clay to clay and trends to trends That is where soul always bends To her Master to her Lord That is the time when call of God Embraces soul being time barred When the land takes back her ward Love travels and beauty goes Like the fragrance of innocent rose The return of native will bulldoze Where the world has,has supposed All problems of the day Where one has to ultimately say Goodbye to friends and to foes Soul has to go and body has to stay With crazy desires and ***** needs Nurtures again the soil seeds Conviction being leader always needs Where words are encountered by good deeds Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
Cherish To Perish
I desire to perish, yet I ask for health I love another - and thus I hate myself
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
Annihilation
Perish, perish, Oh thought of wonder. The mind needs rest and ease, You drivel and drive. Till the end of the line, Can not your heart be set free? But where do you travel, In this bitter battle. That no sane person would ever follow, Is it here or is it there? Whether up or down in this pointless manner, My rest, my sleep matters.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Perish, Perish.