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7:01 by Folake D., Bellwood, IL a chorus of wails chilled the morning sun, as assemblies of train passengers mourned: appointments now betrayed, jobs left undone. inconvenient nuisance - no one was warned. we heard the grim news just minutes before. Continue...	A Man by Kimberly N., Hockessin, DE “It is time for you to be a man,” My father said to him. He walked out the door, In his uniform, Maybe never to be seen again. Mom and I cried, As he walked by, And I begged him not to go. Continue...
A Photography by Ben B., Larkspur, CA Here is Sarah. She is not looking at the camera, Distracted by something else. In her left hand she holds a stuffed animal, With a frilly blouse. She is wearing a black leotard. It has a tutu. There are white tights underneath. Continue...	a replica of coherent thought: a requiem by Alexander K., Williamsport, MD Overture: there’s an inferno in my mind, racing me across the tightrope screaming for release i’ll meet you on the other side ... Continue...
Against the Grain by Farah M., Congers, NY during clean-up time most of the others would help me scrub the table it was not real wood but illusory stains on a piece of plastic but the others would still scour from right to left with the grain except I indignantly took my ... Continue...	Amateur Painter by Marie A., Rock Island, IL She whispers in pink whispers. He talks in deep ocean blues. On the surface the yellow sun shines; Beneath there is murky gray. They had felt deep reds for each other on a previous canvas. Continue...
An Old Record by Ennis B., Athens, WV Stars revolving in the dark fabric of the night above Moonlight trickling through the curtains Silence ... My cries shatter the hazy veil of dreams. Continue...	Beaten Walls by Francie G., Lynchburg, SC Signal my stop. Snickers creep up my back and burn to red blushes on my cheek. My feet guide my eyes down the steps and across the grassy dirt. The door, screenless, hangs open, snagging my pant’s leg. I step inside to a clean mess. Continue...
Blackcurrant Jam by Michelle B., Los Angeles, CA I bear the weight Of never holding my grandfather’s hand, Dripping with the sticky sap of a melted popsicle, Of never being held in his arms on Christmas Day, When everyone was crammed into the living room Air thick with laughter and ... Continue...	Breathe by Shelby C., Newark, DE (Breathe) You walk up to me Grinning and ask me how I am I say I’m great (I lie) She walks up to you Clinging to your arm (I bite my tongue) Me and you, we’ve been friends for a long time (Since fourth grade) You’ve ... Continue...
Brown Skin by Danielle P., Sacramento, CA My bones are covered by brown skin Brown skin that glistens in the darkness Not affected by the hotness This brown skin Shades me from the sun In the heat of the day This brown skin Marks me as a target Makes me want to overcome For my ... Continue...	Burn and Crumble by Jim P., Landsdale, PA The leaves burn and crumble away Into the night where they Blow deep into the sky. The ash where they stood Is swept away in the same gust Only to be spread across the meadow. A fire can cleanse anything. Continue...
Cafeteria Catashrophe by Kelly M., Wexford, PA The stench of the gross garbage in the school cafeteria makes you gag as you walk by. You can’t make it past Without getting a whiff Of the foul food it’s full of. Continue...	Cemented by Laura R., Kenilworth, NJ I have a pair of cemented feet, For there are times I am unable to move at my own will. And even those times when walking is allowed, My cement feet would crack, For I wear no shoes. I have a pair of cemented eyes. However, they are not cemented shut. Continue...
Center Stage by Elizabeth G., Edmond, OK There’s a glitch in the software A static in the sound There’s a cut in the film And confusion all around The lines were delivered all the wrong way She let what was best sadly slip away The scenes were rehearsed in all the wrong ... Continue...	Charter Oak Landing by Rebecca P., Wethersfield, CT The city skyline looms ahead, The large steel frame of a bridge stands behind. Next to me lies a long highway, The loud rush of its cars filling my ears. Sandwiched between these huge structures, Lies a tiny gem of calm nature. Continue...
City Slickers by Nadia C., Sterling Heights, MI poetry there’s no poetry a girl sings a man strums a guitar silent city slickers stop by to be with those they’ve yearned for but they haven’t found what they’ve sought there’s no poetry here each has kissed ... Continue...	CNN by Linda D., Mississauga, ON, Canada I’ll tell you a secret To take to the grave: All those kids On CNN In poor, starving African countries Depress me So that I change the channel And pretend it’ll go away Continue...
Come Home by Michelle L., Torrance, CA Dimming bright eyes Days passed and smiles faded Like everything else The worn out photographs Sweet memories The girl And the others who looked upon Days passed and laughter quieted Perhaps they were all sorry To see her go Bright eyes ... Continue...	Crush by Sarah B., Mountain Home, AR Interest Introduces Curiosity’s Curse. Shyness Showers Love with Loneliness. Hoodwinked Hope, Decorated with Desire. Panoramic Panic and Jeering Jealousy Develops into Depression. Disgust and Disappointment Feed off of Fear. Continue...
Day by Annie Y., Northborough, MA The hot, humid air Seeps into my clothes, brushing my skin, As I maneuver from air-conditioning to the Hot outside. Blinking several times, Eyes watering, unaccustomed to the Bright outdoor skies. Dazzling. Continue...	Devotion by Sarah M., Clifton, NJ I have had less than four hours sleep, yet at six a.m. I drag myself out of bed to pen my light-bulb inspirations edit this scene change that narration weave a tale within a tale I work with diligence despite ... Continue...
Dinner Party by Kate W., Kirkwood, MO at an ideal dinner party (of literary proportions) e. e. cummings would sit across from me, leaning back in his chair, ankles crossed (a brooding poet in a cotton shirt). Continue...	Disappointment by Katarina K., New Port Richey, FL Life that seeks nothing but to crush the soul out of a man, Leaving behind a rabid Animal to take the fall. Like a brown-black bloodshed of a rose, dead in spite of thirst The sound of a gunshot in the midst of a swarm of ducks taking flight. Continue...
Drip Drops Won’t Beckon by Ericka C., Lee’s Summit, MO Everyone writes poems when it rains, So they say. The soaking bulbs of glass, The acid-spitting drips. It must inspire when a cloud cries down To the earth, Pouting and bawling like a baby In shock after falling into gravel. Continue...	Erased by Cecilia I., Mason, MI I am Erased. My image A faint working Of sketch marks Across azure-lined pages. I am Replaced. My memory A faint lineage In the traces Of a time once known. I am Myth. Continue...
Faded Memory by Lauren K., Lincoln, NE I cannot remember Exactly the time or place For it is smeared across the canvas Of my mind. I only can recall The hint of paper on a press Still wet words being printed On the pages of books. Continue...	Flowers Are for Funerals by Amanda M., Miami, FL Like survivors of the plague, we raced through the woods, Etching our lives away into the trees. Our hair sprinkled with stardust, We laughed until our laughter turned to sobs and we Wept rivers into the soil. Continue...
For You by Kassi S., Mequon, WI When the world is silent And the moon sits still When the stars preach peace And the twilight lingers I play my song for you When the heavens give up And the clouds bow down When the gates shut out And the key is lost I open my arms to ... Continue...	Forever by Riley B., La Jolla, CA On my hand In messy pen I wrote “Forever” And I longed for it to be true But hoping for forever Is singing a broken lullaby And every day I tried so hard To stay on key with the horrible tune Until there was no one to listen And ... Continue...
Graffiti by Rachel S., Healsburg, CA Ink trails, rage, love, Tangoing violently Across blistered wall Continue...	Gratitute by Alison G., Kensington, CA i bite my tongue to keep the bitter from seeping out and staining my mouth and your heart and you always shake your head in disbelief as i keep spewing and spitting not being able to overcome the sour taste that rises up from my ... Continue...
Grecian Helmets by Christine S., Arlington, VA Stones litter the sea like bodies in war Red and gold as blood and Grecian helmets Floating in azure waters above the sharks Someday I want to rescue every pebble From the foam before the crabs consume them Every lobster, every anemone is a foe So are ... Continue...	Guilt Deferred by John P., Milford, MA What happens to a guilt deferred? Does it linger Like a rancid stench in the air? Or fade away, Like the color in your hair? Does it burn down the scene? Like an inferno - Your conscience doused in gasoline. Continue...
He Hung the Moon by Amelia F., Fort Payne, AL From the day I was born I was his and he was mine. We were two of a kind. He hung the moon. I grew as he watched And we had the best of times. I saw in him a person I admired and watched to become. He hung the moon. Continue...	Helen by Natalie P., Doylestown, PA As Helen’s hair sways in the wind, I sit on cold stone steps, watching, And suddenly, it begins to fall ... Continue...
Hero by Jamie C., St. Peter’s, MO Rough finger pads of scraped-up skin would catch on the material of my silk nightgown as he’d rub my back, trying to rub away his guilt, and pretend like he’s some hero. Continue...	Hide and Seek by Alyssa D., Patterson, NY As the numbers count down We scatter the ground, Searching for the best places to hide. Some dive beneath the kitchen table, Others huddle in dark corners Pretending they aren’t able To be seen. Continue...
Hole in the Wall (Soul in the Wall) by Meagan J., Papillion, NE Music echoes and fades, Rising and receding like ocean waves. There is always smoke, A perpetual haze, Like taping cotton balls over my eyes. Tom Waits is crooning in the back Reminding me of footfalls on gravel. Continue...	I’m better off by Ashley F., Idaho Falls, ID a drumming beat rolls through her head seems screamed aloud but yet unsaid she marches on to her new song tries to move on she marches on “I’m better off better without I’m better off without a doubt. Continue...
Ivy League Poster Boy by Laura M., Worcester, MA sweatshirts; abandoned ski cabins long, thin stretches of dry, greasy hair cool breezes on vintage cars and sepia photographs of autumn on the lake Harvard Yard’s housing suicidal scholars it all gets to be too much in the long run thus why ... Continue...	Knots by Erin M., Long Grove, IL Mom never knew how. Couldn’t have been hard to understand, maybe. But she was six once, with matted hair tied together in intimate, clutching knots. Yet I received no understanding. Continue...
Knowledge Sweet by Robin P., Troy, OH A sun-warmed apple dangled from a branch above the heads of children unaware, content among the animals and plants to play their simple games without a care. Continue...	Lassitude by Brian S., Philadelphia, PA Midnight stars that drag along, foolish man who sings heavy-hearted songs. Flowers in the field - never to blossom, ambitious dreams hidden at the bottom, wonder turns to resentment, as summer turns to autumn. Continue...
Liberating Seas by Chealsye B., Bradenton, FL Wading into the sea Is giving the water the liberty to Creep Around your ankles, Not Allowing the ocean To engulf you In one swift, Sweeping motion. The ocean looks inviting, Shadowed under The black blanket of night. Continue...	Lifelines by Lauren E., Gilford, NH Here, souls escape their lifelong baggage on the third floor and take the elevator up. Away from the machines that breathe waiting below, not permitting death or life. Continue...
Literary Jazz by Catherine F., Stone Mountain, GA my callous fingers and callous words play hidden tunes trapped inside my anxious soul they deeply stab piercing your superficial skin toxic attacks launched from spirited trumpets praise deadly sins I want to do it again and again a ... Continue...	Little Girl by Sierra G., New Ringgold, PA Little girl Running down the hillside Open arms spread wide Chasing clouds to bigger skies Rolling among the dandelions Lost in a snowstorm of light Until you fall you’ll never fly Little girl Lost in the sunrise Little girl ... Continue...
Maddix by Rachel I., Dela, UT Little hands wave happily Chubby cheeks drip with spit His feet spin ’round wildly Wheels turn enlarging his wit Curiosity shines in his eyes Baby babble comes out of his mouth He stares at everything with unheard whys Rotten smells come ... Continue...	Mistress by Selena H., Harrington, WA She moves across the watery edge Over moors and through the trees And as the moon lies in her bed The ravens taunt a melody A cool flame burns within her soul It captures all that’s in the way A touch of ice leaves them cold Swirling rot in ... Continue...
Mitten by Adam M., McFarland, WI Every year he gets tossed aside to bake in the heat of the attic Pressed against others of his species with no room to breathe. Out of rage he would give you the finger, but all of his are sewn together. Continue...	Mother Moon by Noni W., Worland, WY Divine night Wipe away footsteps So the wolves would not find Me seated upon the river Gazing toward a disk Surely you can feel My consent on your presence Lingering in the depths of life An enigmatic secret I am yours To drown in ... Continue...
Ms. Nurse of Fate and Color Shades by Jade H., Midwest City, OK Pick me, then prick me, Now tell me what sort of blood I have. Is it a sweet-red, like candy? Are my red and white cells and snake-veins like A beating peppermint stick? Am I a walking, talking sunbeam, A rainbow-lobotomy? Or, is my ... Continue...	My Art by Luis P., Glendale, AZ my art flows through my marker like water in the ocean through my art, I could live forever, yet my art is looked upon as filth that ruins their ugly walls. Continue...
My Friend’s Name by Rebeccca C., Hamden, CT Dear London, Your name tosses adventure over my tongue Playing the “L” and the “N’s” and the “D” On the roof of my mouth and my teeth Like the wild notes emanating from a flute Dancing in my mouth, in the ... Continue...	My Identity by Alexandra R., Woburn, MA Misplaced In the sandbox, beside The plastic yellow shovel. He didn’t yell out loud enough as I was skipping Away. Continue...
My Teacher by Mike J., So. Plainfield, NJ A great teacher he was not. He taught like a mime. He’d sit with his Dunkin Donuts coffee at hand. He did it all from his paper-covered desk. If not from his desk, then from his computer, Where he would not teach, but play games. Continue...	Nature’s Hierarchy by Brittney D., Stony Brook, NY I did a cartwheel. My hands made a slight dent in the grass, And a few bugs were cemented onto my palms; Their bodies mangled and deracinated from the ground, The indented lines of my hands holding in place their remains. Continue...
Notes to My Possessor by Amanda T., Rochelle, IL Years ago and many days in the past you owned me with orders. To call you a mere pest would be a sincere and gross understatement. As for the loss of my mind, never mind my words. You can hear nothing but your own voice. Continue...	Penny Words by Marie C., Lilydale, MN If I had a penny for every time you erased my voice I could live in a paid eternity of deception. Continue...
Perfect by Christy C., Manchester, MO She drives an hour away So she can work in a diner For some extra cash And not have the other moms know She isn’t perfect He walks to school every day So his classmates won’t know That he lives in a trailer park And isn’t as ... Continue...	Perfect Paper People by Maie R., Flagstaff, AZ Blood-flavored kisses Concealed heartbreak in paper dolls In the stage of the moment Paper dresses Ragged on the edges You cut outside the lines When you slip you snip ... Continue...
Petals and Thorns by Willow A., Grass Lake, MI We are velvet, hemmed in lace, Silken ribbons tie our waist. Our hair is white, trimmed in gold, With porcelain eyes of blue. We are made of silver lining, Our sunspot words are bright and shining. Continue...	Pink Memories by Claire W., Setauket, NY Cotton candy sticks To fingertips and young lips Pink spun perfection As the rain comes down The bubble gum colored floss Turns gooey orange The once-white paper pillar That held the mighty treat Has collapsed She cries in dismay ... Continue...
raindrops by Sarah H., Moraga, CA glass on pine needles try defying gravity until they succumb hills a wave of green silk vibrancy and life renewed soon to come, dead brown daffodils still snowing, they bloom families braving the cold in three weeks, they ... Continue...	Reach by Christina Y., Lakeside, CA Touch my hand Let us sail to the light of dawn Traveling by a chariot of fire And leave knowing behind Rapturous rays cast upon us lifting yourself from weight’s grasp to fly toward the bleeding horizon and beyond Take hold, to ascend to ... Continue...
Reach by Rachel Y., Cleburne, TX When early morning air, crisp and cool, shuffles through, the trees bow and applaud graciously. Rooted down in what is belief, reaching toward the heavens, which are never quite in reach. Continue...	Reminisce by Mitchel B., San Diego, CA I am from the spiraling pigskin from Wilson and the Time Warner Company. I am from the bonus room in the second story (warm, comforting, my own little haven). Continue...
Route 35 by Xochitl C., Grand Rapids, MI On the way to Mexico I see the shiny blue willow across the absurd dark light of the skies. I see in the backseat my brothers sleeping their dreamless sleep behind a soft metal hoop that will soon be held up high. Continue...	Scared by Samantha B., So. Haven, MI You scared me once, and I ran from you. Beating a groove into the ground. Fueled by fear, and hate, and the taste of your sickly sweet kiss. But a wandering darkness came and overtook me, and when I ran I was lost. Continue...
Scream the Defiance by Audrey W., Manchester, NH Scream the defiance, The way we always did, Bring back that deeply buried Rebel. Be like the hawk, Shed your skin and sprout feathers, Soar into the defiance, Fly to the moon and back for one cause. Continue...	Scurvy by Melissa A., Columbia, MO A picture of my father was tucked inside the yellow leaves of an old Bible in my house. Continue...
Shameful Hands by Anne-Marie, Boston, MA My father’s eyes shamefully snare the scratch that rests on my face. like smears upon fresh snow. Yet he is too familiar with the hands that carved the foul mark, and stubborn like the roadside boulder, he refused to cease, etching another. Continue...	Sisters by Adina D., Great Neck, NY Our relationship is erratic She’s a perfectionist and pragmatic Sometimes my sister is overdramatic, But she’s still cute and charismatic Sometimes we connect and bond At these times, of her I’m very fond “For me would you go ... Continue...
Small Town Sunday by Sarah I., Surrey, BC, Canada Dark green grass among tall oak trees. My town is a lonely town, the loneliest I have ever seen. Dark houses, thick dust, and bushy, gray clouds. Bullet holes in stop signs, abandoned corner stores. Continue...	So You Are by Ashley S., Hornell, NY From beneath the surface You dance From the crevices of your ambient soul You sing From the darkest place which we cannot see You cry To this day it hides It hides, like you Beneath the chains of your silence So we hear No ... Continue...
Solitary Glow by Sarah N., Irvine, CA nothing beats exotic lights, street lamps, a fading sunset, stoic trees, and the illuminated blanket of darkness over it all. i found a new route. Continue...	Speak by Shannon D., Palm Beach, FL Find a word Steal it away Store and hoard it as the precious treasure that it is; for a word is indeed a treasure ask any crafter of phrase Speak a word and it may materialize any syllable you say could end up as the next big project ... Continue...
Spin Cycle by Colleen B., Gilford, NH I’ve been feeling dizzy lately, more so than usual. And you forgot me again - add that to my list of troubles. Continue...	Splinter by Ashley M., Newark, DE Knock, they say, And the doors shall be opened. They forgot to mention the splinters, The price of asking. Where is the guarantee that says I will like the answer? I want to sign my name, A contract, No more disappointments. Continue...
Summer Deer by Liza M., Brookline, MA Voices of color And light with sound Stars that twinkle And grow from the ground Put it in your pocket As you walk toward the sky Step ever so lightly For the deer are nearby Quiet and soft Tip tap tiptoe Subtly approach a delicate doe ... Continue...	Tapestry by Inci A., Irvine, CA He takes my words and adds my smiles Spins them, spins them Green to emerald, yellow to gold Sitting at his spinning wheel Thank goodness for the thread Lest my laughs be lost In the forever spinning abyss of my mind. Continue...
The Agora Theater by Joli H., No. Royalston, OH Loud silence and heavy breathing Sweat and water cool the heating. Cigarettes and cherry cigars Fill the weakened lungs of ours. The lights dim and the place stands still, Waiting for the final thrill. Continue...	The Fickle Finger of Fate by Caroline G., Stafford, VA The fickle finger of fate is a tricky one, indeed. If you ever come upon it, I suggest you take much heed. You might be going one path, and quickly turn away. Continue...
The Future, Unknown by Stephanie R., North Bay, ON, Canada Within the dread of the moment, I must doubt that Shakespeare sat up all night, writing his plays, knowing they’d be timeless. One man, an epic in writing, by accident. Continue...	The Oak in My Backyard by kelly Z., Trumbull, CT This is the oak in my backyard The mighty oak casts its solemn shadow upon my door It sways to the rhythm of the warbling wind like a dancer remembering the first song his mother had sung to him Washed over it is the fresh scent of asters ... Continue...
The Ocean by Megan J., Pompton Plains, NJ Clouds hug the tough shoreline The rocks curve upward sharply against the water Oozing mud surprises the soft sand on the beach As her face swings toward the blue sky Clinging to the belief that the soft kiss was real Continue...	The Secret Heart by Andrew P., Jonesboro, AR Across the years he could recall His father one way best of all. In the stillest hour of night The boy awakened to a light. Half in dreams, he saw his sire With his great hands full of fire. Continue...
The Shelter of Your Arms by Rachael L., Phoenix, AZ In the midst of the wretched storm I’m in your arms, I’m in your arms Though the rough winds start to blow You take my hand, you lead me home When the cold rain begins to pour You hold me close, you hold me close When the white snow begins ... Continue...	The Teacher by Jaclyn W., Pompton Plains, NJ An intelligent person With red pens and papers In stacks Surrounding him Lecturing and testing To know that He has taught his students All they need to know Reading and grading Until he can’t see anymore Until his hands Are ... Continue...
Thinking About You by Brandy H., Pittsburgh, PA I have a test that I’m not ready for. So I just begin to study. I stare at the girl in uniform but we don’t have these here. Sarah has skull socks, black and blue and the tissue box is almost empty. Continue...	Throw Away the Pieces by Lily N., No. Royalton, OH Quiet solitude engulfs my being, swallowing a heart of ice. Blind to what is right, yet my soul is all seeing. Careful defenses erected, to guard a heavy heart and mind. Protect me from hurt and loss, so be the way I was directed. Continue...
To all those suffering in Darfur by Melissa F., Tijeras, NM We cannot raise the dead, my daughter, Love again is far, Forage not in all the wreckage, dry your tears again. So raise your head, my daughter, and walk with me again. Continue...	To Photography by Brittany S., Palatine, IL You chased me through the maze deep in the state of Kentucky when I was two years old. In-between the cornrows and tractors that carry the carrots from last season. Once orange but brown took over. Continue...
Trees of Old by Elizabeth C., Collingdale, PA Night takes his pity at the once great Queen, her kingdom in ruins, riches robbed by time. Death did her no justice, and only robbed her of her crown. The years have not been kind. Continue...	Underneath the Apple Blossoms by Tom D., Congers, NY And so, some nights, some starry, Starry nights. We’d sit, you’d Laugh and lie on top of that Hill lined with ferns, crested At the top with a circle of trees. Continue...
Untitled by Cailin B., Ossining, NY Hot and humid nights, I see him there, sitting in a cocoon of afghans. As he counts threads and the puffs of his pipe, his eyes roll up slowly to watch the rings rise higher until they crash into the overhang of the porch. Continue...	Untitled by Alexa S., New Port Richey, FL Hello, Mannequin. Build me up, Mr. Racketeer. Dappled hues Above the lids Stone face, it’s a hit, but he’s immune to your perfume. Porcelain palette all dolled up, flaw- less finish. Continue...
Upright by Aaron O., Gilford, NH Donning the ability ring from the bottom of a cereal box and October’s shrunken Spiderman costume, he heads back toward the hall closet. I call him crazy. He calls himself a crime fighter. Continue...	Valley of the Viking by Brian H., Newark, DE There is a little pass, Way down yonder, Where the Viking roams, Free to contemplate and wander. Between the Great Mountains, Lies the Mystic Beast, The Thrill of the Hunt, the taste of the blade, Soon he will begin his feast. Continue...
Worthless Things by Felicia B., Gilford, NH She drives me to school in her black BMW, I offer her money for gas, but she graciously declines, He pays, she explains. Continue...	Writer’s Block by Emily L., Indianapolis, IN On the off chance That a forced poem Could maybe turn out right Work my fingers To the bone Though it might take all night But words won’t come No justice done To all that’s passed me by Up to my neck In paper, ... Continue...
Yesterday’s Comics by Hanh N., St. Peters, MO Word balloons encasing yesterday’s dialogue and soft tones and thick, black pen strokes sketched our world. Those comics of pounding the scorching concrete with worn-out sneakers, guzzling soda, and laughing at inside jokes. Continue...	Your Hand by Samantha O., Buffalo Grove, IL I’m going to imagine a poem so that nobody else can hear about leaves that fall into the shape of your hands that stroke the nails you’ve bitten down and taste your moist skin with its veins. Continue...
Youth by James L., New Port Richey, FL O Sun, O Crucible, That you could make me beautiful. Winged sandals Clipped, I, of the heavy mud Of riverbeds, Weigh down into Gravity’s gaping womb. I, the child, I, the heavy, Am not built For flight. Continue...	Ypsing by Colleen B., Gilford, NH BR>Running through the list, one last time: Dad’s trusty flashlight - check. As tiny as it is, we have no doubt that it will light the way. Speckled composition notebook - check. Hardly any paper left, but we’ll manage. Continue...

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