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NIGHTMARE OF A KING; DREAMS OF A HUSTLER

I don't make the rules

Sitting at the round table studying my crew

Listening more & talking less

There's a snake in the grass so you know what's next

Not quite there but almost

7 figures was in the horizon, for the next shipment was a boat load

Been waiting on this moment now it seems I won't make it

The crown gets heavy, why so many can't maintain it

I clear my throat at the room causing it to quiet

Right before I stand up & out 3 shots in wyatt

My day one nigga ad a wire sits in his cuffs

Bandanna boy bends down quickly & yokes the other one up:

"How much time do we have?" Studdeerimg "I, I, I don't know"

"How much time do we have?"I cock the hammer back "A hour tops no moe"

Staying staying cool pressure, decisions must be made

As ten pairs of eye's turn & face me, anticipating the next play

"Put the bodies in n wheel barrels & po it em by in the trunk

,"Clean out the safe &,; somebody please shoot this dumb fuck?"

Heart pounding, mind racing knowing this could happened one day

Thinking bout my daughter's smile & all the things I still wanted to say

Her - her mother, the Queen of my castle

"Your son's growing into a great man, what more are after?

"When is enough enough, when will you be satisfied?"

But I jus smile & joke "when the world is mine"

Grabbing her mind, helping her relax & forget

Dreams of a hustler, major goals since day one

A million in the bank with a beautiful daughter & son

King of the castle, in front of me my dreams quickly turns to a nightmare

Focusing back on what's in front of me, I turn around & then hear

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! "SHIT!! they're already here

But ready I will out & head on face my worst fear

Saying a silent prayer & whispering to my kids, that daddy will always love them

In the moment I wish I listened before 4 shots forever took me from them

Messiah Divine

#messiahspeaks #messiahdivine

BLACK GLITTER & DEVIL'S GOLD

That nigga, the world knows me

A a hustlers son since I could walk & speak

Fought to be known, as let it be known

Pretty nigga, but always with the clip & crown

Nightmares of a King, Dreams of A Hustler

Mental tears for all the distressed & crying mothers

But it's the price we pay to dance with the devil in the pale moon light

The price for playing chess w/ God in this wicked Game called life

Laughing & joking table full of weed & Coke

Winters coming, confiding that I'm bagging wifey & me new fur coats

Fucked me up seeing the look of deceit in my niggas eyes

& the smell of jealousy from knowing the plot was coming for what was mines

I did what was taught to us from the beginning of our time

Survival of the fittest, so I introduce him o father time

Now looking down at a fatherless child, I do for forgiveness for my sins

Our father whom arts in heaven, guide me in this wicked Game in which I'm just tryna win

Messiah Divine

#messiahdivine #messiahspeaks

The Odyssey of art and evolution.

Art like life is a journey of constant evolution. As far as I can recall I've always gravitated towards art, in school I was that kid who would skip over the written pages and focus on the pages with imagery, at home, I used to get on my parents' nerves because I used to make a mess each time I'd draw. In this journey, as a kid I used to draw a lot of cartoon characters I'd see on t.v or in books eventually I expanded my drawing to include my surroundings things such as; houses, animals, trees, cars, etcetera though I did enjoy drawing I wasn't quite content. As I got older, I continued drawing but limited myself to that which I was accustomed to. As artists, we are oftentimes inspired by the works of other artists. I recall when I first came across the artistic genius of my fellow comrade and Brotha Kevin Rashid Johnson (Rashidmod.com) his style of using art to tell a story and/or educate was something that deeply resonated with me, this encounter came at a time that I was also becoming politically conscious, inevitably I then shifted my focus from what I had limited myself to drawing and begun challenging myself to draw and create images which depicted themes of struggle and oppression and images of those who organized against oppression and content which was empowering. Initially, I wanted to give up on this style and stick to what I was accustomed to because I felt that drawing images paying homage to people who fought and gave their lives to make others better was too great of responsibility, but when I'm passionate about something, I have always been one who put all my energy into it until I got it right plus I was confident the more and more drawing I did the better I would get and I did. Although I can draw and create an image that comes to mind, themes of struggle and oppression, revolutionary figures, and empowerment are what I find to be my best work. However, when I produce this kind of art I not only want it to be aesthetically pleasing to where it'll catch your eye and provoke your emotions I also want it to be educational to were seeing my art can trigger one curiosity into wanting to learn about a particular figure or the depiction of the struggle. Often times the only materials I have access to are a small flimsy pen and typical typing paper. Given the lack of access to art material, creativity certainly comes in handy. We cannot purchase crayons or colored pens or pencils but as one would notice, some of my art has various colors included, those colors derive from magazines or M & M's yes the candy. We also cannot purchase glue which would be helpful when making cards, since we cannot purchase it, when I make cards I tend to use creamer, yes coffee creamer, take about 3 spoons of creamer and literally add a couple of drops of water and stir until ready to use. As for the embroidered pieces I've made, I use string from the knit hats solids on the commissary, I've even included an empty bag of chips with my art, There's a saying that "Necessity is the mother of invention" certainly apply in this case. I don't consider myself an accomplished artist,I think that phrase sounds as though one had reached a goal or their achievement as an artist, similar to life, art is about growth and evolution which I'm steady trying to find ways to evolve and grow not just as a person but also my art. Throughout this journey my art has always evolved in time, the artist I was as a kid is not the artist I am now and by examining my art on my Instagram page one can see the evolution of my art how the older pieces look vastly different from the recent one but yet still has that distinct personalized style. We all have various hobbies but most hobbies tend to fade in time, art is timeless you can start drawing or painting from 9yrs old all the way to 90 yrs old. I truly appreciate art for many reasons but I think if I had to choose only one it would have to be that it allows you to continuously challenge your creativity with no limit, even the sky isn't the limit, but oftentimes I tend to challenge myself to create

and/or draw something unique to the point of exhaustion, I think that's because I'm a driven and determined person, once I set my mind to an objective I have to see it through. As for how I would describe my art; pain, struggle, silliness, love, hope, empowerment, liberation, revolutionary, and education. When people see my art I want them to feel or think so I try to draw imagery that will capture and hold their thought and emotion, especially when I draw something that reflects social injustice. Other than art being a hobby I enjoy,I also love to share my art with others, when I send my family, comrades, and friends art, I love the process of creating art imagery which I know the people I send it to will love it. Just hearing the joy my art brings to them when they receive it that feeling is indeed reciprocal as it also gives me joy, sometimes I'll do half of an art project and send it to a friend so that they may do the other half to make it a whole complete piece, I love doing that because its collaborative art. My ultimate goal when it comes to art I would love to do a huge mural in a public space. Since the beginning of time, art has always played a critical role in society and it has also been a way of telling stories, in fact, Afrikan and indigenous ancestors certainly used art to tell their stories and of their existence, artistic imagery which has lasted for centuries, which highlights why art isn't optional its more than necessary. Dare to struggle, Dare to win! All power to the people! Peter Kamau Mukuria Comrade Pitt Instagram @ pittpanther_art

#pittpanther #comradepitt #PeterMukuria

To know beauty

True beauty

is to know God

is to know Man.

understand faith

the size of a mustard seed.

it moves

but I am the mountain.

so now move me.

but first, see me

recognize the intricate parts of me

for tall I am,

strong & standing I am

amongst the clouds.

friends with the sun

closest ur eyes &: see??

the King I am!!!!

Messiah Divine

#MessiahDivine

I am no this fragile body.

We are not our bodies. This may seem an odd assertion. After all, there is no other object on this earth that we know more intimately. Why should we not identify with it?

What is there about our bodies that is tangible? Of course it has substance, but how do we account for volition? A corpse is just as tangible as living being, and yet no one would mistake the two. Something mysterious accounts for the differences between a live and a dead body. Something animates us.

It is the mind that directs the energy. But what of the mind can we call definite? It is like a flickering flame: At no point can we determine its exact contours. The more closely we examine ourselves, the more subtle distinctions become. Everything becomes quite indistinct. We cling stubbornly but futilely to the impression that we could find something in the reduction of things.

Its all quite confusing. But one thing is certain: I am not this fragile body.

( For some old souls the world feels alien. THEY FIND IT HARD TO UNDERSTAND PEOPLE, WHY SUCH CHOS AND MISERY EXITTS, and how it is allowed and sometimes encourage to continue)

#RicardoTownsend

Welcome to Harmony

I was thinking about the magic that is you. I was thinking about why we can't live here anymore. So I went an talked to the Mayor of Harmony and asked him if I could acquire the land again and buy the whole area. He hesitantly agreed, but allowed me to have it at a rough price. But it's mine again and I'd like to invite you to be my guest. I would like you to live in my villa and be my Queen. I would like you to have equal power on everything in this land. I would like to share everything in my heart with you, a heart so clear you can look through it and see the other side of the world.... I want you to live with me and share everything. I want to have my healers work on you and eradicate the pain that once was. They have been working on me and it's going great, I'm better and back to my fighting strength. no stress, no worries. You can live here or visit for a while until you make you mind up. i love you, I live you and breathe you beautiful.... I've been in magic with you and I'll never stop.

Welcome to my word filled playground! -Marcelle Meraux

#Marcellemeraux

Well, today was a very slow day for me. I was locked in the cell all day since they had Officer appreciation week. They did tours and the families of officers came to tour the jail. so I had that monkey in the cage feeling. Hey look at the animals...

only there was no flinging of Poo..lol... Jail is something else, but you know what, I always make light of the situation because it's such a horrible feeling and experience I live everyday. And it makes me very bitter and emotional at times and I know I'm not always the best person, but I appreciate everyone that talks to me, send things to make me smile and those who support me. sometimes I can be a lot to deal with, and sometimes I can be an encouraging and inspirational dude, but all In all I love all of my family and my friends and I'm blessed to have every single one of you.

If you never lived this life you may never understand the hold that it can have over you. You may never understand the vast change it play upon your mind. I'm strong, because my mother and father, and second dad and a few instrumental people taught me to be so... But I can't always be strong. Sometimes I falter in that. Sometimes I'm very weak and I need help. I may not be the person I need to be but this place takes a toll on you. It's unnatural. I mean I walk around in a place where ignorance is welcomed and encouraged. Sexual immorality is celebrated. Violence is prevalent and often carried out for no good reason.

I don't mean to bring despondence to anyone's day, but It's a an explanation and a journey through my neighborhood without actually riding around. You are taking a trip through my world. Understand that I try hard to be better and to be the person many people need me to be, but I don't always succeed and I don't want you to be disappointed in me when ?I can't. i love you all and hope this sheds light on my life. I appreciate those who believe in me. Especially the one who believed in me one no one did and gave me access to my dream... I appreciate those who write letters, send cards and pictures, emails, anything makes my day because it's from you all...so always know that I'm grateful and appreciate you.

Take care and to you all...have a great day and night...

MOTHERS I SALUTE YOU

I'M SENDING WORDS OF LOVE AND RESPECT TO ALL OF THE MOTHER'S OUT THERE. WHETHER U HAVE KIDS OR NOT U ARE STILL THE BRINGER OF LIFE AND YOUR ACTIONS EVERYDAY WHEN U ENCOUNTER A CHILD IS TO PROTECT THEM. THAT IS WHAT A MOTHER IS. TO THE MEN ON HERE SEND MY LOVE TO UR MOTHERS FOR BRINGING U INTO THIS WORLD. WE MUST START CHERISHING OUR WOMEN BC THEY ARE THE MOTHERS OF EARTH. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO THE MOTHER'S WHO THAT NO MATTER WHAT THET PUT THIER KIDS FIRST AND DEMAND THE RESPECT FROM THOSE SAME KIDS WHO THINK THEY KNOW IT ALL. LOL I SALUTE U AND I GOT UR BACK WHEN THINGS SEEM A LIL ROUGH, FROM KING SANKOFA I SEND MY LOVE TO AND URS AND THE BLESSINGS OF GOD TO MAKE SURE ALL STAYS WELL. PEACE GIVE UR MOTHER MY BLESSINGS ALSO.

#KINGSANKOFA

MOTHER I want to first say, Mom I love you with all my heart, this is dedicated to you. Secondly, I would like to show my appreciation to all the other mothers as well, so I hope this touches your heart. Enjoy. You deserve it! MOTHER You are the first woman that ever laid eyes upon me. And the first woman I ever fell in love with. You are the first woman I've ever idolized and cherished with all of my heart. You are the sacred blueprint the maps out the type of woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with. You are the "very best" of all best friends. You are the concrete that has been laid that's given me the foundation I have ground to stand on firmly. You are the muscles that give me my strength to carry on every single day. You are my inspiration when all hope is lost. You are the prayer in the middle of the night that keeps me safe. My confidant. My therapist. You are the headache I get when you're fussing about me about leaving a swallow of Bright & Early Orange juice in the carton and putting it back in the refrigerator. (But I appreciate you for it.) You are me Secretary of Defense when anyone thinks that they can mess with your baby boy and stand in your way. You are the extension of me when it comes to rearing my son into being an honorable and respectful man. You are the William Wallace standing in front of a hundred men giving them a 'brave heart' in times of adversity. You are the spark of fire igniting within me, giving me courage to face anything frightening and unknown. You are the Phil Jackson that coaches me to victory when I'm about to fail~ the one who teaches me how to properly respect and treat a woman, and sometimes I may mess it up, but you're there to get me back in the game... What I am simply saying is... you are my mother and you are my everything. I LOVE YOU. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!! And for all the single mother's out there that give your last and sacrifice: your time, your happiness, your romantic life, your youth, your dreams and your high school shape (loll) to benefit your kids, I applaud you. You give everything so that your kids can have, I honor you. I honor each mother out there, especially the single mother's, because you are a blessing from the creator. A gift to be cherished. Your struggle is real. You struggle everyday just so that your kids don't have to struggle. So that your kids don't face the challenges you did when you were young. You play the role of mom and dad. That in itself is completely amazing. You work, go to school wash clothes, clean, cook, read bed time stories and give bathes and literally have no time for yourself. And when you wake up you have to do it all over again. But I recognize you, I see you, I appreciate you. You do all this so that your kids can have everything a child should. I praise you from the bottom of my heart for that. You are the most important person in your child's life. You are incredible. A gem. Carry that in your heart. You honestly should have a MONTH; not just one single day. I respect you all and encourage you to keep striving to be the best mother you can. I pray that you get that joy and praise on this day. You deserve it more than anyone. I encourage you to never lose her or faith. You are instrumental in your child's development and so important in their life. You are a priceless heirloom the hearts of your kids. And I felt compelled and honored to give you your just due in case anyone neglected to do so. Don't ever feel as if you're alone because God loves you and your kids love you. God blessed them with your knowledge and strength. The are in essence echoes of you. They'll learn who they are to be in life because they are modeled after you. You have to fight for them everyday. When you see that happiness and exuberance in their eyes at every Birthday and every Christmas, know that was "you." You created that sparkle. Cherish that thought. That moment. Be proud. I'm proud of you and just wanted you to know that. You are respected, loved, cherished, honored, praised, and admired and I mean that from the full depth of my heart. So, to you all....HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!

MOTHER by MARCELLE MERAUX

I want to first say, Mom I love you with all my heart, this is dedicated to you. Secondly, I would like to show my appreciation to all the other mothers as well, so I hope this touches your heart. Enjoy. You deserve it!

MOTHER

You are the first woman that ever laid eyes upon me.

And the first woman I ever fell in love with.

You are the first woman I've ever idolized and cherished with all of my heart.

You are the sacred blueprint the maps out the type of woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with.

You are the "very best" of all best friends.

You are the concrete that has been laid that's given me the foundation I have ground to stand on firmly.

You are the muscles that give me my strength to carry on every single day.

You are my inspiration when all hope is lost.

You are the prayer in the middle of the night that keeps me safe.

My confidant.

My therapist.

You are the headache I get when you're fussing about me about leaving a swallow of Bright & Early Orange juice in the carton and putting it back in the refrigerator. (But I appreciate you for it.)

You are me Secretary of Defense when anyone thinks that they can mess with your baby boy and stand in your way.

You are the extension of me when it comes to rearing my son into being an honorable and respectful man.

You are the William Wallace standing in front of a hundred men giving them a 'brave heart' in times of adversity.

You are the spark of fire igniting within me, giving me courage to face anything frightening and unknown.

You are the Phil Jackson that coaches me to victory when I'm about to fail~ the one who teaches me how to properly respect and treat a woman, and sometimes I may mess it up, but you're there to get me back in the game...

What I am simply saying is... you are my mother and you are my everything. I LOVE YOU. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!

And for all the single mother's out there that give your last and sacrifice: your time, your happiness, your romantic life, your youth, your dreams and your high school shape (loll) to benefit your kids, I applaud you. You give everything so that your kids can have, I honor you. I honor each mother out there, especially the single mother's, because you are a blessing from the creator. A gift to be cherished. Your struggle is real. You struggle everyday just so that your kids don't have to struggle. So that your kids don't face the challenges you did when you were young. You play the role of mom and dad. That in itself is completely amazing. You work, go to school wash clothes, clean, cook, read bed time stories and give bathes and literally have no time for yourself. And when you wake up you have to do it all over again. But I recognize you, I see you, I appreciate you. You do all this so that your kids can have everything a child should. I praise you from the bottom of my heart for that. You are the most important person in your child's life. You are incredible. A gem. Carry that in your heart.

You honestly should have a MONTH; not just one single day. I respect you all and encourage you to keep striving to be the best mother you can. I pray that you get that joy and praise on this day. You deserve it more than anyone. I encourage you to never lose her or faith. You are instrumental in your child's development and so important in their life. You are a priceless heirloom the hearts of your kids. And I felt compelled and honored to give you your just due in case anyone neglected to do so. Don't ever feel as if you're alone because God loves you and your kids love you. God blessed them with your knowledge and strength. The are in essence echoes of you. They'll learn who they are to be in life because they are modeled after you. You have to fight for them everyday. When you see that happiness and exuberance in their eyes at every Birthday and every Christmas, know that was "you." You created that sparkle. Cherish that thought. That moment. Be proud. I'm proud of you and just wanted you to know that. You are respected, loved, cherished, honored, praised, and admired and I mean that from the full depth of my heart.

So, to you all....HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!

“More”

Love captured under false pretenses

Heart manipulated by facades…

The love of Venus thrown off course By confusing forces from Mars.

Inner storms brewing chaos Raindrops form puddles on her feet.

Drop by drop from her chin Yet momentarily huddled in her cheek.

Priceless diamond girl blinded, Shining…somewhat oblivious.

Her security and confidence Tainted by past idiots.

Her microscope on her flaws She’s unaware of what’s perfect.

Must look down to see floors So start looking up and reverse it.

Mary Jane, for the pain Anxieties…stress and depression.

She just wants to be more Than an object for erections.

She just needs to be more Than the recipient of his lies.

More than a married man’s toy That he puts to the side.

She would love to know the truth That he so desperately hides.

She’s eager to see the face That he tries to disguise.

Forever happy to be a woman Though her travels seem harder.

But if Adam listened to Eve Than it’s clear who was smarter.

So Selfless in her love, The epitome of a martyr.

If he doesn’t want more for you Then don’t even be bothered…

Antoine

#AntoineSingleton

“Sweet Strangers”

“Yes” “You have mail…” The words of heaven Like water. To the unfortunate in hell.

Addressed from a stranger To deliver hope To the hopeless So meticulous, her thoughts She enclosed Under this postage.

The blissful aroma of her letter Priceless pleasure… Taken for granted. Savor the fragrance As I read A stranger’s scent Leaves me enchanted…

Anxious to hear her thoughts So her letter I unfold Mentally acknowledging she’s sweet, Courageous, hopeful and bold.

Brings her warmth to a place Where all you feel is the cold Her words are the nutrients That you feed to the soul.

Her pen flows to one rhythm Delicate sounds… Only heard by the writer But I too hear as I read And my weighted shoulders Feel lighter.

Maybe she’ll write… Maybe she won’t… If she don’t… I don’t blame her… I’m just in my cell Hoping for mail, from a complete And Sweet Stranger…

Antoine

#AntoineSingleton

Remembering

Memories are a must. Some good, some bad,

seems memories at times are all I ever have. I remember when times weren’t so complicated, seemed humans were more sophisticated. But that’s the past. Every choice, every blessing holds only select conviction. A time to think, a time to remember, they even tell you when to blink. All white uniforms. Crazy dreams when I was a kid with pet unicorns. Not worry in the world, a kid who has his own mind in a world so huge. Monstrous minds who hold no bliss. I remember times when I was free, now it’s only memories I hold in my cage as an animal like this!

#DustinSimmang

Convoluted Conservatorship (Dissemblers)

Intolerant exclusionists, chauvinists, and pliable palliating pseudo humanitarians masquerading as heroic court appointed conservators to/for we the indigent, mentally impaired, incompetent and/or the poor…

Wolves in sheep’s clothing – most of them are. Matthey chapter 7/ verses 15 thru 29 Is at the proverbial door… What (I recently asked of one of my pro bono appellate attorneys) is a conservator whom flagrantly refuses to afford basic, proper, social etiquette and human consideration(s) to his/her court appointed client??? The equivalent of a double agent spy amid times of war – to my eyes, mind and heart – they so often appear and reveal themselves to be…side winding dissemblers – I say unto thee… Hence, in response to your question “Do you have lawyers as an indigent Georgian Death Row Prisoner???”: yes I do …aesthetically. Albeit (by some of them) bemoaned, ambivalently, conspicuously, duplicitously (IE as a Judas), cosmetically, beguilingly, po faced, hypocritically, and/or affectedly…

In law, the mere appearance of help – is not always actual/genuine help, you guys. In law, the po-faced poseurs are many. All that glitters in not gold. Every smiling face – not of friendship… FYI: POSEUR??? (n: 1872; a person who pretends to be what he or she is not: an affected or insincere person)… Within the practice of criminal defense trial and appellate law (both death penalty and non death penalty law) – the po faced poseurs are many… Angels/good hearted lawyers exist (but are rare) … The devils on the other hand??? Are many: which is why, in law, double talk is the social worm. And facades??? Merely known as being “The etiquette of the profession” such is the way of “the eminence front” : aka “the masquerade”… For my part (after now 24 years of physical imprisonment and interactions with lawyers and “the system”) the purpose of this somewhat laconic literary piece is to simply remind and edify by saying: “forewarned is forearmed”. “The devil is in the details/fine print” Remember: the Pharisees: if the Holy Bible. For!? Much of life – is but a rerun you guys… Put not ones faith in mere appearances – alone… Ciao, ‘til next… Keep is Breeeezey… (smile) And…cheers.

The Inquest (Scattered Moments)

Amid the daily atmosphere of obstreperous condemned men-children and the recurring high pitched ringings of large deadbolt keys heavily colliding (swaying to-and-fro affixed to the belt lines of prison guards hurriedly slamming heavy steel doors while making security-check-rounds in passing)----scattered moments of abrupt silence allow my ears to clearly see the liquid confessions of my heart as once again my pillow plays private confidant to the cadent tears--- of my secretly purging mind.....Forwarding on with burdened heart, I face each day striving for the design of a better version of myself (via, seeking issue- oriented specific education) whilst trapped with and a perpetual state of encouraged inertia----and dire straits.....Daringly opposing the negative prepossessions and abject expectations of hate-mongers. Bravely fighting for the right to self-improvement, by day. Tearfully analyzing and heavily exhaling my desire for peace, by night. These intimate truths I've become, since--absence became your name. And loneliness, my eternal burden to breathe, to bear, and shed--between the whispering turning pages of hand-written tears… We, the inquest. We, the in tears. As Ever, Mr. DeMarcus Ali Sears

Wilting red rose (ones lonely weeps)

Whisper to me the calm of Hope---amid a world so full of deceit… Allow my seeking heart and mind to know your loyal pearl smile of friendship as my illuminating psychological shield of protection— against any thought(s) of failure, surrender, and/or defeat… For ?!, I fight against all odds--daily (against they whom actively strive to and my physical life: And, thusly, against those whom consciously strive--to make of my positive Human soul--weak)… Alone at war... Emotionally wilting… And quite sadly: From inside the bud of a bloom, Imploring, screaming, tearfully weathering red rose’s slowly dying, softly whispered, lonely weeps… While standing staring at my reflection transposed in silence before my walled Death Row prison cell mirror in observation of my squandered life: While intently watching, feeling, and listening to the reminding black tears escaping the corners of my eyes— as they tauntingly whisper in passing, tricklingly dancing by in psalm--down the long of my sullen cheeks… This! Is the uncensored reality of Death Row… And these… are one’s… lonely weeps…

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