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new york state of mind
there's something soothing about
being nobody.
there's a calming aura emanating from
the faceless crowds that
aim to swallow you whole.
the masses remind that
you are nothing,
it doesn't matter,
just try to keep up. 

you can lose yourself in that.
you can remember what
it's like to be 
free. 
maybe they're rude with their
ready-made insults and
a middle finger on display. 
they don't suffer fools and
their displeasure can fill 
summer night stadiums. 
but, when all around you is
a southern breeze that
doesn't like to make itself felt,
that thinks every conversation is
a game of chess or a play with
multiple hidden meanings,
you appreciate blunt honesty.
the frankness stings, but
at least it has feeling.
mania runs through the streets.
the whole place is a 
mental patient and you're no
psychiatrist, but you think
it needs help. 
but that's ok.
these lights are like
mirrors and the city's
have always been a
reflection of yourself. 
mayb
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Literature
for persephone
i. Loneliness mixed with a
lazy stillness hangs 
over the room. 
There is nowhere to go,
no one to talk to but
the cicadas humming all around. 
Its tiring, being stuck
with only your thoughts, but
there's a peace to it. 
An understanding that
this is healing, letting the
phoenix rise from the 
ashes the sun created to
become stronger for the
next year.
You hope the
newly forged armor will 
last.  
ii. There's smoke in the air,
voices crying out, but
I can't tell the cause.
Pleasure or pain, 
it doesn't matter,
both lead to
pointless wars.
It's in these dying breaths of
summer, the renewed chills of
the winter that I
feel glory and infamy
brushing my fingertips. 
I can never hold them in 
my palm, they are never
mine to truly claim. 
iii. Part of the city dies and
I along with it. 
The softened blows of
feet on concrete mimic the
deescalation of my heart beat.
Still thumping, still alive,
but not what it once was. 
Th
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Literature
The Path to Glory
Potsdam, 1756
Gilbert watched the man before him pace the room in rapture. The king's left hand was gripped tight around his cane, his eyes glued on a map of Central Europe and letters from spies detailing intelligence from various foreign courts. He cursed under his breath. "She's still fucking upset about Silesia." He grumbled. 
Gilbert sat up straight. A wicked grin cut across his face. "Don't you worry about a thing, Fritz! If we were able to kick her ass last time then we'll be able to do it again! You're the best military strategist they've seen! The Austrians must be clutching their pearls knowing they'll be facing off against Prussian might on the battlefield again. Plus, God's on our side. There's no way we can lose." 
Frederick snorted. "If there is a god then he must surely hate us. My own goddamn cousin won't send even a single regiment to help the fight, he's too worried about his stupid colonies. Are you in good standing with his representation?" Gilbert
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Literature
like a young god
desperation clings to me.
i am forever in search of
a legacy that will never
come to me unless,
somehow, i set myself
free. 
but what is 'free' when
all i've known is
the shackles of the past,
connecting me to events and
memories i no longer wish
to be tethered to,
no longer want to
bring me down into this
cruel reality?
if there were a god,
She would've made this world
a little nicer,
a little kinder for the
outcasts, for those
tossed aside like 
annoying crumbs clinging
stubbornly to you.
what is the point in
turning oneself into marble?
what's the point of 
creating yourself into
myth when we don't even
remember the names,
much less the tales, of
the old gods?
marble cracks after all.
just like all art, all lies,
all histories,
it is quick to turn to
dust on your fingers;
leaving this world as we
entered, the ashes of the
extraordinary turned extra ordinary. 
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Literature
hephaestus incarnate
thank the lord that
i am not a god
for, if i was,
the world would end
in fire. 
my rage would
swallow you up
whole, rendering you
weak to my 
tyrannical feast. 
the land would be
scorched beneath me. 
how beautiful the
blaze would be. 
i'd make sure to
leave you with
nothing,
sweet nothing to
allow even the
hope of survival.
i'd want to see you dancing,
helpless in the embers,
praying to me for
the ultimate salvation. 
i'd let the flames consume you.
they'd make a snack out of
my measly seconds,
my washed up lover,
my half-baked romance.
i wouldn't cry. 
i'd warm myself in
their glow, 
whisper you a eulogy of
'good riddance.' 
be thankful that you
fell in love with a
mere mortal, one who's
anger barely makes the
dust beneath her stir. 
my tongue may burn, but
at least my words aren't lethal. 
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Literature
The Difference Between Nations
Alfred sighed, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "Do we really have to go to this? It sounds so lame, dude." He adjusted his bowtie and attempted to flatten down his cowlick. He rolled his eyes, frustrated at its persistence to defy gravity. "A ball sounds really old and stuffy and like something that should've been left in the eighteen hundreds."
Arthur stood at the sink, putting on some cologne. "We don't have to, but I'd prefer we're not the only two nations that skipped. People are talking about us enough between Trump and Brexit. We don't need any more bad press." He straightened up and put on his diamond cuff links. "It's a good opportunity to warm up to all the European countries again so I get a better deal once the divorce is finalized." He winked at the American. "If it helps, you also look dead sexy in a suit. Almost makes me want to blow the party early to start one of our own." 
America smiled and wrapped his arms around the Briton's hips, pulling him closer to
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Literature
longing
I thought I saw you standing there, without care.
Eyes like topaz, smile as bright as a star.
I learnt that my dreams could not be that fair.
And, in reality, you were quite far.
I tried to ignore the disappointment,
But it was ever present, choking me daily.
I cried and cried but it didn't help to vent.
I continued to float around miserably. 
Soon I'd be relieved of my misfortune
For you will be returned to my arms
And the suffering will be forgotten.
Peace will be restored when I'm under your charms.
To be by your side is where I find joy.
You are my one and only, golden boy.
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Literature
my love, my salvation
i used to believe that
my life would be
relegated to one of
constant loneliness,
workaholic tendencies,
and success that
tastes pyrrhic.
oh, how you've changed that.
no longer do i
doubt my worthiness
of love and devotion.
having a companion,
someone i can
find solace in, 
doesn't seem like 
a pipe dream. 
you've provided me with
a hope that surpasses
all others and a
love that is all consuming. 
you are my light,
my life,
all my pretty cliches.
to be without you is
a fate i am sure to be
worse than death.
when i am without you,
i constantly yearn
for you and, when i'm
with you, i try to
drink up as much as i can,
never quite getting enough. 
i find you in
my dreams every night. 
there, you are always
besides me with
your face lit up 
with your beautiful smile. 
i hope to
make those dreams
our reality,
but i will settle
for now.
good things come
in time and,
my love,
you are more than
worth the wait. 
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Literature
Superpower
Washington, D.C., 2017
Alfred sat on a park bench in Lafayette Square. He looked around. His new boss had wanted him to get closer to Russia, normalize relations with the other nation. Try and make his job easier. Alfred didn't know how he felt about it. They'd been at war - and it was war because did the Cold War ever end or was it just a really long stalemate? - for decades now, getting closer and closer to a century. He sighed and tried to get a cigarette out while making sure to not spill his Starbucks all over his lap. It was hard work, but he eventually did it.
"You still smoke? I would've thought you quit considering all those anti-smoking ads you started airing." Ivan had just arrived and sat down besides his American counterpart. He pulled out his own cigarette, lit it, and offered the lighter to America, who gratefully took it. "It's disgusting, you really should."
America rolled his eyes and handed the lighter back to Russia. "Are you fuckin' serious, dude? You've got the sa
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Literature
portrait of a man
the world of paint and
canvases has always been
one i've found to be foreign. 
lately, it seems it's the
only medium i can
create in. 
all my words have
apparently migrated for
an early winter, but
i can still create. 
in the mornings,
it's pink-tinted skies and
rosy cheeks. 
it is a teal bed,
messy yet still warm.
the colors are blurry, 
blending together in
a blissfully sleepy haze.
the afternoons are stained
with grey clouds, grey desks,
grey anything. 
they yield to the monotony of
their setting, each one
indistinguishable from the last.
the nighttime is for masterpieces.
i can blend all the
colors together and
make the scenery abstract. 
the sky bleeds purple while
whispering promises.
on some nights,
the nighttime is for dreaming. 
i can reshape reality. 
i am able to paint over the bad,
bring all the good to the foreground.
the world becomes smaller.
i can change 300 miles to
3 feet, have you in my arms and
look up to the sky -
my ble
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mayday, mayday
home doesn't feel
quite like it used to.
the walls are
shrinking in and
the beds grown colder,
grown smaller
till i can no longer fit. 
i've been reaching out
and reaching out,
trying to grab you but
only finding that i can
catch ghosts. 
they make good company if
you invite them in,
though they tend to
overstay their welcome.
you send me postcards.
snapshots of a
sunny life with
'wish you were here'
scrawled in messy script
across the bottom.
i try to envision myself
alongside you but
it's getting harder.
the stock seems to
fill up the space
you used to reserve
for me just fine.
keep crossing the days
off the calendar.
keep ex-ing the days
off the calendar till
you come home. 
a goal that keeps
getting kicked farther and
farther down.
if i squint, i can see it.
problem is, i don't squint. 
call me up, tell me
you love me,
we'll fix it like
we always do. 
tell me there's 
not much you can do,
i gotta learn how to deal.
i am dealing,
you're just not helping
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Literature
The von Katte Affair
Potsdam, 1730
Two sets of black toed boots clipped through the halls of the plainly decorated palace. The shorter of the two men talked animatedly about the state of the military. The taller one nodded along, only half paying attention since he'd heard this speech yesterday. 
They were making their way towards the garden to watch one of the regiments run through its drills when a courtier stopped them. "Your majesty! Your majesty! I bring grave news from the border!" He skidded to a halt before the two men, almost crashing into the albino. 
Frederick William assessed the courtier with annoyance. "What is it? Out with it, I don't have all day."
"His royal highness, the crown prince, he's fled for England. He was seized on the border with France with another officer. I believe he goes by the name of von Katte." 
The king's jaw tightened. He turned around, facing away from everyone else. "What have they done with them?"
"They're holding onto them in Kustrin while awaiting y
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things i have to remind myself of since you left
1. withholding affection isn't normal.
the silent treatment isn't normal. 
pretending i don't exist isn't normal.
causing me panic attacks because i don't know if you still love me oh god do you still love me please tell me you still love me
isn't normal. 
2. i am damaged, badly damaged.
i have issues and habits and quirks.
i try to deal with them
really i do.
but sometimes i slip up and fall and stumble.
that doesn't mean i'm an inconvenience,
it means i'm human.
3. we all have dreams worth pursuing.
my dreams are big and bold and are gonna take my whole life to achieve but
that doesn't mean yours are less important.
your dreams are challenges, yes i'm aware and i supported that,
i still support that.
but that doesn't mean you get to tell me what dreams i can and cannot chase.
no one gets to decide that but me.
4. i am not inferior.
i should not be afraid that you will chastise me like a parent.
i should not decide whether it's safer to lie or tell the truth.
i should
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A Boy and his Fritz
He was always obnoxious, arrogant, way too prideful and stubborn. He was a prince. He was my prince. I should've expected as much and yet, he still found different ways to surprise me. Like that bullshit with von Katte, but that's later. We gotta get to the early stuff.
He pissed me off. God, I couldn't stand him for the longest time. His vader was my boss so that had something to do with it, for sure. Frederick William only wanted compliance. I was the first person he got it so completely from, never questioned what he demanded of me. Vader, Germania, he died when I was pretty young. I was always eager to please my kings, wanting them to see me as their own son. Frederick William was easiest to imagine it happening with cause he hated his kids so much. He was so hard on them. Beating them with canes and calling them things I can't repeat even now...my God. It was a mess.
I have no reason to act high and mighty. I participated, I helped, I believed he was in the right at the tim
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The Tale of Ol' Blue Eyes
New Jersey, 1940
Brian leaned back into an uncomfortable plastic chair. Typically, this wouldn't be his scene. He preferred to be at club where the band played so loud that it was heard from the street. He liked to feel the press of strangers bodies dancing alongside each other and trading off partners without hesitation. The lounge where he found himself tonight, unfortunately, provided neither of those. What it lacked in excitement it made up for with the performance of a young up-and-coming singer with a voice like velvet and eyes like ice.  
New Jersey found himself once again captivated with how the singer moved about the stage, how the object of his eye seemed to glide across. His movements seemed almost like a dancer. The other was so graceful and nimble with such luscious lips that Brian couldn't stop himself from wondering what other performative uses they had.
The state of New Jersey silently berated himself for thinking such unnatural things. Again, the
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from florida with loveyou are an unstable constant in my life
there is no promise of you in daybreak
and there is no lingering trace of you at night.
for three years of my life you were there
i could depend on you to house me
to feed me, to take care of me. 
but then i left because i didn't know
i didn't know what it would be like away
from your blistering chill and your great cooking. 
i have returned to you twice a year
ten years i hope you'll accept me once more
one week i hope it can feel natural again.
you send me away with bags packed and car humming
you do not plead for me to stay by your side
you leave no parting words between us. 
i cry for you every week and i'm not ashamed
i curse you before i sleep, clutching my pillow
and before i sleep i smell the garlic and coffee scent. 
i do not love the paradise you love
i hate the palm trees and i hate the sun
i hate hurricane season and i hate sandy beaches. 
i love the snow you complain about
i love burnt tongues from too hot ho
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love doesn't come with a get out of jail free card0. 
Love
was supposed to mean
holy matrimony
and not
despising
the body next to you.
Love
wasn't meant to be
broken promises,
lying
about if it's a friends house
or your current affair.
Love
shouldn't withstand this - 
and it sure as hell wouldn't - 
if we (i) could try
honesty.
1.
Scurry to lock the door.
Toy-of-the-week has arrived.
Cover Barbies eyes.
We're doing thing she and Ken
could only dream about. 
I'm plastic and you're
perfectly chiseled to fit 
my plastic dreams. 
Rush out the window.
Put the ring back on.
Return to the kitchen.
Cover up sex with Chanel.
["You seem happier."]
("I met up with a friend.")
2. 
Bottles
of alcohol
beging to clutter
the floors of the office. 
Cigar
slipped between finger and
trigger.
Escape.
Sweet escape in the arms
of cheap booze and tobacco. 
Survive one more night,
one more lie. 
This is what suburbias about,
right?
3. 
Crack of a whip.
Bruises to show.
Love games can only
go so far befor
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hungry is synonymous for weaki measure my worth
in pounds and ounces
reflected 
by the glow of
my bathroom scale. 
refuse to eat
too much
even when
my stomach yearns
for the satisfaction
of a real meal. 
50 crunches
2300 calories 
becomes
100 crunches
2000 calories
i was never
pretty
beautiful
hot
or stunning
when my BMI
was insanely high.
as i lose
weight
(control)
i gain
friends
confidence
(concern)
skip breakfast
granola for lunch
and vegetables for dinner.
am i pretty enough yet?
count each calorie
i insert
if it reaches 1000
i've had too much.
restrict
restrict
restrict



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is a four letter word
that i constantly
obsess over.
reject the chocolate
be proud of the prominent
collar bones
hip bones
cheek bones
thin and skinny 
mean well 
when you become others
(th)inspiretation
no one suspects
problems like this
from
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the class genius
the brilliant actress
they expect it from
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american dreamMy father was spoon-fed 
the American Dream,
chin dripping Old Glory,
from the day he was born. 
He regurgitates lessons 
from past generations
about how fortunate we are here,
in the land of opportunity, dreams,
freedom.
A bug immigrant grandparents caught
in the wake of wars and poverty
that soon infected their children.
That later blinded my father. 
My mother - an immigrant
with anger in her veins and
the truth in her gut - 
never got bit. 
She saw through the lies,
the puppets on strings,
fighting them with words and expressions.
She pleads the first. 
And for years we have tried
to remove the veil from his eyes
and awaken his senses.
He never sees.
He never sees how
opportunity turned to debt
dreams are in the forms of welfare checks
freedom has never been for the masses. 
There is no more opportunity
when jobs cannot be created
and forty-somethings return to their parents.
There's no room for dreams
when money must be made
and the bills ar
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the snake was created in your imageyou are poison incarnate,
serpentine in your ways,
hissing out broken promises.
slither into some unsuspecting heart.
leave - for that is all
you do,
all you are capable of.
i remember tales of
the princess and her frog-prince.
how he changed with a kiss.
with a kiss, you turn from
dashing prince, chivalrous and
gorgeous,
to croaking frog, dragging
the princess d
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to the bottom of the lake.
on a summer night
time has now erased,
i whispered to you
‘be great.’
who knew your legacy
would become a harem
of girls crying out:
‘forget-me-not.’
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the snake was created in your imageyou are poison incarnate,
serpentine in your ways,
hissing out broken promises.
slither into some unsuspecting heart.
leave - for that is all
you do,
all you are capable of.
i remember tales of
the princess and her frog-prince.
how he changed with a kiss.
with a kiss, you turn from
dashing prince, chivalrous and
gorgeous,
to croaking frog, dragging
the princess d
                     o
                        w
                           n
to the bottom of the lake.
on a summer night
time has now erased,
i whispered to you
‘be great.’
who knew your legacy
would become a harem
of girls crying out:
‘forget-me-not.’
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high tidemy lungs contain oceans.
the waves would sink the
smartest of sailors,
the tides would drown the
strongest of swimmers.
i am tired.
i have fought against
the current for years,
struggling against seas that
grow as the ice caps melt.
i am tired.
my legs are cramping,
my body is pruned,
and i want to drown.
i can taste the salt water
every time i swallow and i've
always imagined going under to be
a peaceful thing.
i am tired
but i will stay afloat.
i hear a foghorn and
i see the lights of a ship
promising to send down
a lifeboat that might just be
the one to support me.
my lungs contain oceans
but i am neptune
and they shall listen to me
american dreamMy father was spoon-fed 
the American Dream,
chin dripping Old Glory,
from the day he was born. 
He regurgitates lessons 
from past generations
about how fortunate we are here,
in the land of opportunity, dreams,
freedom.
A bug immigrant grandparents caught
in the wake of wars and poverty
that soon infected their children.
That later blinded my father. 
My mother - an immigrant
with anger in her veins and
the truth in her gut - 
never got bit. 
She saw through the lies,
the puppets on strings,
fighting them with words and expressions.
She pleads the first. 
And for years we have tried
to remove the veil from his eyes
and awaken his senses.
He never sees.
He never sees how
opportunity turned to debt
dreams are in the forms of welfare checks
freedom has never been for the masses. 
There is no more opportunity
when jobs cannot be created
and forty-somethings return to their parents.
There's no room for dreams
when money must be made
and the bills ar
love in two partsi. my love, to be by your side
is simply not enough.
no,
i crave now something different,
something more intimate.
i want to be in your bloodstreams,
the thoughts in your mind,
the nerves controlling you. 
i want to be apart of you
down to the smallest molecule.
(i want you to fill me)
ii. we are not two halves of
a missing whole; we 
we are far more greater than that. 
we are gods, dividing the world
like forgotten toys.
i got the moon, stars, storms, and seas.
you completed our world with the sun, fire,
destruction, death.
each one able to survive on its
own, yet needing the other
to truly shine. 
we are more than broken people - 
we are whole,
filling ourselves to the brim.
in
excelsior her eyes lit up the night.
her mind was always racing.
if i hadn't know her to be so cynical
than perhaps i could believe
her to be innocent, naive. 
she was beautiful in the way she
dreamt without sleeping.
bags always under her eyes,
concealed by concealer,
and gained from nights searching.
i never knew for what - 
or for whom.
i liked to pretend she was hunting, 
praying, dreaming of me. 
i'm gone from her life and
feel her embrace during nights alone.
her absence hurts me more than it
could ever wound her. 
the next greatest thing was always
an arms length away
and i was just another
flavor of the month. 
in Let's take a tripa long strange trip...
through my favorite deviations.
These things need to be shared every once in a while.

My newest fav- bad ass GoT fan art

My oldest fav- a portrait

Literature deviations found on page 4


A photo from page 100

A spooky manip from page 222

a few poems I found hanging out on page 38

 
These were the first two deviations on page 172

I beautiful poem I found hiding on page 207

An abstract treasure from page 144


one hell of a yeari. some friends will
help you spread your wings.
they will cheer as they
watch you soar. 
never once will they see you as
icarus heading to his death.
those are the ones you keep.
others will rip out your wings to
replace them with ones of 
wood, feathers, and wax. 
they will shove you up - 
up into the sky and
laugh as your erupt into flames.
leave them to burn themselves.
save yourself from getting scorched.
ii. the invisible girl will
force herself to be seen. 
it will begin when she
strips herself down. 
the vulnerabilities will shine through.
show off every scar, every crack.
she will then dye herself with
her true colors.
blend in pinks, blues, purples.
she will wrap herself in 
her flag for comfort. 
you will embrace your identity. 
iii. you will love,
my god you will love.
how warm your heart will be!
your body, electric. 
it's a beautiful feeling.
savor it.
bottle it up before
the storm clouds roll. 
iv. you will break.
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My Disability by PantologistBailey by BlueLionEyes
How to Quit Smoking II (prose poem) by honeydewhaikuto wake the dead. by littleblueraccoon
cynical: arsenical by counting-vertebraeDrown by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave
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If you watch me for my poetry only, don't worry. I'm staying here and will continue to upload my poems on dA. 

My fanfictions, on the other hand, will no longer be uploaded to dA. I've had a great run on here with them. This was my first site where I ever posted them and, for a long time, that's what the majority of my following was about. That's changed and so has the landscape of this site. The only popular fanfic in the Hetalia fandom here is reader inserts, a genre I've never taken seriously and refuse to participate in. And even those are receiving less interactions. The fandom on tumblr, ao3, ff.net, and (now) amino remain fairly healthy. That's where I'll post all my stories from now on. In fact, the last two I've made have been exclusively on there as opposed to in the past when I cross-posted on all sites/apps I'm active on. 

If you want to continue reading my Hetalia fanfics, this is where you can find me at on each of the sites: 
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thanks for the fave :dalove::rose: and massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY for yesterday! Sagittarius Zodiac (F2U)  
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This is super late but thank you so much for the fave! It really means a lot :dalove:
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