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Fiona Boland

Ireland

Writes poetry on occasion.

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Grief

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Sighs, a sound so weary sung from tired lungs, disaster worn and softly faded now in the hereafter. 

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Driving for Clarity

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wisps of angelic cloud
caressed the baby blue canvas
of a summer afternoon

and forest green grass, uncut and neat, sat watch at the base of the hedgerows that lined the road

gnarled trees snaked upwards, outwards and formed a canopy over the rustic country road that wound its path unseen

and memory propelled them onward, forward as the lark's cry carried sweetly through the open window and settled lazily like early morning dew upon the ear. 

And as the...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Toxic Masculinity

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you hide in the back of a bunch of the guys who're really just boys pretending their men but they're not 

and masculinity will be the enemy of your propensity to cry you think
and they'll ask are you a man or a boy and you'll sigh as you add on one more lie 

and as you slowly, oh so slowly, die at the madness and wonder when is it coming that all promised rest, 'cause you've gone beyond stressed 
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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Red Faced

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Red faced with the feeling like all the rage and grief and my-soul-is-too-full emotions have fled at the cold sober vision 
of a too small wooden box

and water like tears with no space to fall came trickling down, and prickling now my face, as if heaven itself bled acid in its grief

and the priest was lamenting and praising and singing and his words were as empty as my chest, which was stinging from the lack of air in my tired lungs
...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

keep your friends close

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An interwoven white cord 
trekked its track to her ears, emitting a faint but almost recognisable buzz that sounded teasingly like a long forgotten song, its notes floating unnoticed into the already noisy crowd surrounding her. 

The other end of plastic-wrapped metal sat snug in the port of the third generation apple device gripped tightly in her white knuckled grasp, belying a certain sense of paranoia about her. 

The music, faint enough to be heard to the outside world, was...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

a disassociation

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whose home is that,
that's burning?
whose heart is that,
that's hurting?

what's this painful screaming, keening?
what's this hollow aching, searing?

who's the fool who couldn't cope?
who's the coward who's lost all hope?
 
wherefore comes this lonely feeling?
wherefore comes this heart that's bleeding?

how then is this madness stopped?
how then is this fire iron dropped?

why've these ashes been left to simmer?
why's the light getting colder, dimmer?

whose pain is this, I feel?
whose...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

the night is long

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her heart was breaking 
for a loss she'd not yet felt 
as her shoulders quaked in soundless agony that made her whole face throb with the exertion of leaking liquid grief onto the pillowcase below and
her lips trembled with the effort of remaining quiet in the unbroken peace of sleep that fell upon the household, her mourning a secret suffering of terror that none could ever hope to know or understand, so she continued to cry into the night,...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Home

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the light poured through the cracks of heaven
as sunbeams honeyed the green of distant rolling hills

bristly triangles peered over the horizon
blurring the distant outline of a patchwork blanket of forest  

unique structures nestled down with darker roofs
and indistinct window on 
jigsaw puzzle houses 

charcoal mountains loomed over the valley
while magnolia spectres stood watching and turning

stoney walls and briars lined the twisted road
as rear view mirrors bounced the baby blue sky above

a...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Mourning

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something sad has settled in my bones

a sickly loneliness burrowed deep in my chest cavity 

as something twisted clawed its way down my throat

and a ravenous beast deigned to beat against the prison of my stomach

rivulets like blood dripped down a struggling nose

and eyes burned acidic pools
in hollow sockets

lips wrenched open in a soundless scream of terror

abdomen contorted and folded over in unseen suffering

hands trembled uncontrollably struggling to find purchase

body jerked...

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Inner Demon

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and something dark and wicked came
that neither light nor hope could tame

and pending any act of faith
grew in unattended hate

and further helped by lack of hope 
grew darker still than I could cope

with bloodstained lips and eyes of coal
with a glacial smile and a carved out soul,

and in a loneliness afraid,

something dark and wicked came
and bled out Fear and Hurt
and Shame








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Published Work

Monostitch

Grief

Sighs, a sound so weary sung from tired lungs, disaster worn and softly faded now in the hereafter. 

Driving for Clarity

wisps of angelic cloud
caressed the baby blue canvas
of a summer afternoon

and forest green grass, uncut and neat, sat watch at the base of the hedgerows that lined the road

gnarled trees snaked upwards, outwards and formed a canopy over the rustic country road that wound its path unseen

and memory propelled them onward, forward as the lark's cry carried sweetly through the open window and settled lazily like early morning dew upon the ear. 

And as the car kept onward, homeward the driver, a mother, kept her peace with a consideration for battles that would resonate with me my whole life through 

Toxic Masculinity

you hide in the back of a bunch of the guys who're really just boys pretending their men but they're not 

and masculinity will be the enemy of your propensity to cry you think
and they'll ask are you a man or a boy and you'll sigh as you add on one more lie 

and as you slowly, oh so slowly, die at the madness and wonder when is it coming that all promised rest, 'cause you've gone beyond stressed 

and the thump thump thump fading in your chest is weaker now than it's been before and you don't know long you can keep this up for 

'cause you're tired
 
so you go home and decide no more half truths, or lies 
but as your Ma asks 'how was your day?' you just sigh 
and you smile like you're not gonna cry 

but you will 

'cause you're still not a man 
just a boy and it's easier to lie...

Red Faced

Red faced with the feeling like all the rage and grief and my-soul-is-too-full emotions have fled at the cold sober vision 
of a too small wooden box

and water like tears with no space to fall came trickling down, and prickling now my face, as if heaven itself bled acid in its grief

and the priest was lamenting and praising and singing and his words were as empty as my chest, which was stinging from the lack of air in my tired lungs

and the sound of my gasps for breath were ringing in a too full church as if somehow over all that lamenting and praising and singing my pain would be heard, but it wasn't 

so it stayed in my mind and I buried it down deep where no one could find

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keep your friends close

An interwoven white cord 
trekked its track to her ears, emitting a faint but almost recognisable buzz that sounded teasingly like a long forgotten song, its notes floating unnoticed into the already noisy crowd surrounding her. 

The other end of plastic-wrapped metal sat snug in the port of the third generation apple device gripped tightly in her white knuckled grasp, belying a certain sense of paranoia about her. 

The music, faint enough to be heard to the outside world, was all that could be heard in hers and sandwiched between a business suit and a hoard of groceries accompanied by a golden retriever on the 6 o'clock bus home, she kept her friends close.

But, with not quite pristine plastic wires twisted over her breast, the beat of heart and bass synchronised, its melody closer to her then than any lover had been before,
she kept her enemy closer.

a disassociation

whose home is that,
that's burning?
whose heart is that,
that's hurting?

what's this painful screaming, keening?
what's this hollow aching, searing?

who's the fool who couldn't cope?
who's the coward who's lost all hope?
 
wherefore comes this lonely feeling?
wherefore comes this heart that's bleeding?

how then is this madness stopped?
how then is this fire iron dropped?

why've these ashes been left to simmer?
why's the light getting colder, dimmer?

whose pain is this, I feel?
whose heart is this, in steel?

mine.

the night is long

her heart was breaking 
for a loss she'd not yet felt 
as her shoulders quaked in soundless agony that made her whole face throb with the exertion of leaking liquid grief onto the pillowcase below and
her lips trembled with the effort of remaining quiet in the unbroken peace of sleep that fell upon the household, her mourning a secret suffering of terror that none could ever hope to know or understand, so she continued to cry into the night, gazed into death's unfathomable eyes and wept

Home

the light poured through the cracks of heaven
as sunbeams honeyed the green of distant rolling hills

bristly triangles peered over the horizon
blurring the distant outline of a patchwork blanket of forest  

unique structures nestled down with darker roofs
and indistinct window on 
jigsaw puzzle houses 

charcoal mountains loomed over the valley
while magnolia spectres stood watching and turning

stoney walls and briars lined the twisted road
as rear view mirrors bounced the baby blue sky above

a strip of green sat in front of a pebbled mismatched
bungalow with a large stone step, home

Mourning

something sad has settled in my bones

a sickly loneliness burrowed deep in my chest cavity 

as something twisted clawed its way down my throat

and a ravenous beast deigned to beat against the prison of my stomach

rivulets like blood dripped down a struggling nose

and eyes burned acidic pools
in hollow sockets

lips wrenched open in a soundless scream of terror

abdomen contorted and folded over in unseen suffering

hands trembled uncontrollably struggling to find purchase

body jerked up and down as an unknown rope tugged at fragile heartstrings 

silent anguish passed without notice 

and as a broken soul began to patch its shattered pieces back together once more

something sad settled in my bones

Inner Demon

and something dark and wicked came
that neither light nor hope could tame

and pending any act of faith
grew in unattended hate

and further helped by lack of hope 
grew darker still than I could cope

with bloodstained lips and eyes of coal
with a glacial smile and a carved out soul,

and in a loneliness afraid,

something dark and wicked came
and bled out Fear and Hurt
and Shame








Death of a Kingdom

It was Winter,
so the scratchy throat and
leaking tear ducts were
expected of her

It was Winter,
the frigid chill that
permeated every inch of
the house was expected

It was Winter,
the stiff and pale hands,
cold as the icy wind
outside, were expected

It was Winter, 
the unnatural quiet that
revealed the deathly stillness
of summer dying was expected

It was Winter,
the darkened warm tones of
expertly crafted wood and
trimmed gold was expected

It was Winter,
the withered form that 
came with frozen limbs and hearts was expected 

It was Winter,
the slick silent killer that
paved the road with danger 
most avoid was expected

It was Winter, 
and yet the souls that gathered
together in mourning 
was expected

It was Winter,
and the ache for a spring 
that would never bloom again
was unexpected

Acrostic Verse

be your own hero

Bruises bloomed on the skin of
Each knuckle,

Yellow bled into the
Ordinary tan of years spent
Under a harsh sun with little
Rain to sooth and

Opalescent eyes swam 
Weary but determined to be
No-ones victim as

Help never came to those
Extraordinary few whose
Real crimes where
Otherness in a society of Us.

Acrostic Verse

be your own hero

Bruises bloomed on the skin of
each knuckle,

Yellow bled into the
ordinary tan of years spent
under a harsh sun with little
rain to sooth and

Opalescent eyes swam 
weary but determined to be
no-ones victim as

Help never came to those
extraordinary few whose
real crimes where
otherness in a society of Us.

If I Looked Back

If I looked back
everything would halt
like the pain wishes,

If I looked back
muscles would seize
like exhaustion demands,

If I looked back
My heart would stutter
like the hope for rest is nigh,

If I looked back
you would be there
like your life isn't just a memory,

If I looked back
I would see you and I
like we were when we were happy,

So I never dared look back.

Mother's Day

Under the passenger seat there lay a box of chocolates.
In the glovebox, a card.

The bumper was a crumpled
wad of paper as
three tires spun like aimless wheels of fortune, the other forgotten in a bed of thistles

thick plumes of smoke sullied
the pristine snow that towered, like pillars, in drifts at the roadside and the slick tarmac beneath gleamed in the diluted daylight of dawn

pools of crimson were frozen in the winter chill, evidence of an inculpable crime as policemen inspected every inch of the metallic ghost of what was once a Ford Focus.

Under the passenger seat there lay a box of chocolates.
In the glovebox, a card:

Mam, sorry for dragging you out so early in the morning but I hope you enjoy your surprise anyway... Love you loads and Happy Mothers Day!

love letter to yourself

You took the long way home
and listened to the sound
of your feet crunching gravel

you passed by trees as tall
and as old as time itself
with leaves of burnished amber

you wandered close to a lake
as solemn and still as silence,
a home for mystery

you ambled under the clouded
overcast sky of long days 
and longer nights

you traversed lightly by a burrow
and glanced in an earthly home 
of happier creatures.

You stumbled quietly home,
greeted lowly the lonely air,
sat down in reflection
and wrote yourself a love letter.

The Elements

"Steel yourself"
The mountain cries,
"You cannot dare
Predict the skies"

"Shield yourself"
The trees advise,
"To face the storm
Would be unwise"

"Guard yourself"
The cloud imparts,
"The hunter preys
On fragile hearts"

"Hide yourself"
The wisest warns,
"For different is
As society scorns"

And all the while I took no heed

"Be yourself"
The thought intrudes,
"They're not all bad"
It then concludes

And for once I did take heed

"Fooled yourself"
The truth did hurt,
"Your brightest rays
Have drowned the earth"

Contradictory

Crisp and golden
Was the penny that fell
Into a beggar's hand

Devout and reverent
Was the prayer that fell
From a dying sinners lips

Devine and otherworldly
Was the apparition that came
To a desperate man's bedside

Merciful and gracious
Was the relief that came
To a dead man walking

Overwhelming and bright
Were the shades that revealed
Themselves to the blind

Gilded and safe
Was the cage that housed
The sick and different

Structured and comfortable
Was the system that protected
The rich and powerful

Luxurious and tempting
Were the things that hurt
Our home the most

Righteous and pious
Were the people who paved
That familiar road to hades

Righteous and pious
Were the people that saw
Little beyond themselves

My Love

Beautiful
So beautiful

With an angels voice
And midnight hair
With a laugh like that
And a smile so fair

With a mind so sharp
And a humour so bold
With skin made of sunshine
That was forged from gold

With a presence so startling
And an absence so cruel
With a love so desired
In the words of a fool

Beautiful
You're beautiful

Self Portait

Lines and hollows
Ran like rivers do on 
either side of pale 
Mountains, 

A slope, crooked
Worn and cratered
Kept the metal aloft
Like a pillar.

Glass flashed in
The half light and
Barely allowed a glimpse 
Of what lay beneath.

Heat like buried lava 
Rose, roiling in their mounds
And ironically spoke of 
Indulgence

And waves pounded 
Like fists against a cage,
Daring to escape and
Set their secrets free.

Rain

Can you see the rain?
It falls like natures gold
And burns a path 
And falls

Its colour, crystal clear
It sparkles in the sun
And marks it downward trail
And falls

Its rapid pace is set
By storms and cloud
And overcast predictions
And falls

It cools the flush of cheeks
It comes when cheeks are flush
And settles crisply there
And falls

It winds a trail
It tracks a sadness
And leaves a sadness in its wake 
And falls

Can you see the rain?
It falls upon my cheeks 
And forms my tears
And falls.

Outline of a Car

Silhouettes
And second hand blinkers
Lit the dash like streetlights,

Shadows preyed on the corners
That blurred the edges 
Of that memory like
Smokescreens do

And brick work bridges curved,
Like half made circles
Rippling from the land.

Inky blue dripped,
Cold and heavy like
Oil on a canvas of midnight

And signs, sharp and subtle
In their illumination 
Played tricks on weeping eyes.

Uneven and unkempt it was,
The road, whose friends were 
Silhouettes 

Crying

In the valley of my cheek 
There runs a river,
I dont know why it flows

In the hollow of my eyes
There sits a lake,
I dont know why it forms

In the edges of my nose
There flows a waterfall,
I dont know why it drips

In the warmth of my palm 
There lies a pond,
I dont know why it's there

In the curve of my lips
There ebbs a sea,
I dont know why it sits

In the source of my tears
There is a dam,
I dont know how it holds

Crying

In the valley of my cheek 
There runs a river,
I dont know why it flows

In the hollow of my eyes
There sits a lake,
I dont know why it forms

In the edges of my nose
There flows a waterfall,
I dont know why it drips

In the warmth of my palm 
There lies a pond,
I dont know why it's there

In curve of my lips
There ebbs the sea,
I dont know why it sits

In the source of my tears
There is a dam,
I dont know how it holds

Into the Woods

My Dreams

My dreams are rotting branches,
That sag beneath my weight,
And though futile, I try to save,
The dreams I've left too late.

My dreams are rotting branches,
That once were full of fruit,
And every Spring, at winters end,
My dreams would start to shoot. 

My dreams are rotting branches,
The smell of moulding wood,
Has replaced the vibrant odour,
Of dreams that would and could.

My dreams are rotting branches,
Though I had cared so well,
Pruned and watered carefully,
Healthy dreams, that I could tell.

My dreams are rotting branches,
A blight has struck them all,
Feeble now and at their end,
The dreams that once stood tall.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I have nothing left to dream,
And taken all my hope away,
I, the pauper, it would seem.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I've burnt them to asunder,
But there I see a small green plant, 
Through ash it lies just under. 

My dreams...

Into the Woods

My Dreams

My dreams are rotting branches,
That sag beneath my weight,
And though futile, I try to save,
The dreams I've left too late.

My dreams are rotting branches,
That once were full of fruit,
And every Spring, at winters end,
My dreams would start to chute. 

My dreams are rotting branches,
The smell of moulding wood,
Has replaced the vibrant odour,
Of dreams that would and could.

My dreams are rotting branches,
Though I had cared so well,
Pruned and watered carefully,
Healthy dreams, that I could tell.

My dreams are rotting branches,
A blight has struck them all,
Feeble now and at their end,
The dreams that once stood tall.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I have nothing left to dream,
And taken all my hope away,
I, the pauper, it would seem.

My dreams are rotting branches,
I've burnt them to asunder,
But there I see a small green plant, 
Through ash it lies just under. 

My dreams...

Little Sun

The sun is a life source
That shines down on me
And gives me my colour
for I am the sea

The sun is a flame 
That burns on forever
I promise to love you
and this, I endeavour

The sun is a friend 
A person to keep
And I love her as much
As the ocean is deep

The sun is an angel
This angel is you
And I'll love you for shining 
As long as you do

The sun is a human
Who glows all the while
And no matter her stuggles
I'll try make her smile

The sun is a fire
That burns in the dark
And never stops burning
Or giving her spark

The sun is my soulmate 
Who I've given my all
And our story could be legend
Asul and her Sol

Without Myself

I am without myself,
I've left myself behind,
At some point on this journey,
I lost my very soul.

I am without myself,
The me I cannot find,
This emptiness is frightening, 
I wish that I was whole.

I am without myself,
Dull, this daily grind,
The weariness it causes me,
Has begun to take its toll.

I am without myself,
The earthly take no mind,
My attempts are merely useless,
To fill this gaping hole.

I am without myself,
No peace can I unwind,
The restlessness has tired me, 
Without purpose, without goal.

I am without myself,
I've left myself behind,
Something in this wretched life,
Has stolen my own soul.
 

Without Myself

I am without myself,
I've left myself behind,
At some point on this journey,
I lost my very soul.

I am without myself,
The me I cannot find,
This emptiness is frightening, 
I wish that I was whole.

I am without myself,
Dull, this daily grind,
The weariness it causes me,
Has begun to take its toll.

I am without myself,
The earthly take no mind,
My attempts are merely useless,
To fill this gaping hole.

I am without myself,
No peace can I unwind,
The restlessness has tired me, 
Without purpose, without goal.

I am without myself,
Ive left myself behind,
Something in this wretched life,
Has stolen my own soul.
 

The Wild Things

The rain had come,
The wild things grew,
Thorns and bramble,
The flowers few.

The rain had come,
The wild things too,
The vultures circled,
No doves had flew.

The rain had come, 
The wild things festered,
The darkness grew,
Through light not fostered. 

The rain had come,
The wild things hurt,
The blood ran thick,
This bleeding heart.

The rain has stopped,
The wild things fed,
The land lies barren,
And I lie dead.

 

Never Closer

On sunny summer days,
I'd watch you while you baked,
You'd put your hand out flat,
And I'd put mine on yours.

On sunny summer days, 
You'd smile and laugh at me,
You'd take your hand out from under mine, 
And place it back on top.

On sunny summer days, 
I'd recognise the game,
I'd do the same and so would you,
And this would carry on.

On sunny summer days,
We'd share a moment just,
You'd look at me and I at you,
And know we'd never be closer.

On one sunny winter day,
I put my hand on yours,
Maybe you'd recognise the game?
But it was still our moment just,
I smiled at you one last time,
And knew we'd never be closer.

Was It Worth It?

Was it worth it?
The look in her eye,
The tremble of her hand,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The ache of a bruise,
The trickle of blood,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
Her sleepless nights,
Her restless days, 
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The scorn and doubt,
The denial and jeers,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
Her cries of pain,
Her whimpered pleas,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The 15 years,
The wasted life,
Was it worth it?

Was it worth it?
The 15 minutes,
The wasted life,
Were they worth it?

Rain

Can you see the rain?
It falls like natures gold
And burns a path 
And falls

Its colour, crystal clear
It sparkles in the sun
And marks it downward trail
And falls

Its rapid pace is set
By storms and cloud
And overcast predictions
And falls

It cools the flush of cheeks
It comes when cheeks are flush
And settles crisply there
And falls

It winds a trail
It tracks a sadness
And leave a sadness in its wake 
And falls

Can you see the rain?
It falls upon my cheeks 
And are my tears
And falls.

Not In My Likeness

Good

Never wanting

Cushioned

Musical harmony

Educated 

Round edges

Secured risk

Imagination wild

Self moored

Flourished sociality 

A life

Not in my likeness

A life

Good

Concrete Burns

Concrete burns,
Landings hurt,
Ribs splinter,
Eyes water,
Swallowed dirt.

Lungs pierced,
Coughing blood,
Spine snaps,
Nerves numb,
Lost to mud.

Violent shivers,
Bleeding wounds,
Fingers curl,
Knees bend,
Bruises bloomed.

Concrete burns cold and lonely,
Concrete bleeds and bleeds, lonely. 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2017

Prisoners of War

Shelves of people
Shelves of thought
Higher standing 
Twinned and wrought 

Steps of valour
Steps of courage
little leaving
honour and homage

Seats of old
Seats of centuries
Lines of paint
And longer journeys

Tables of rulers
Tables of knights
Swords and arrows
Wounded lights

Clouds of heaven
Clouds of saints
Bright or angel
Darkness taints

Sons of feeling
Sons of rage
Steel and glare
The perfect stage

Shoes of wear
Shoes of others
Pity is taken 
Broken mothers 

Toys of men
Toys of war
Broken bone and
Reopened scar

Hell on humans
Hell on Earth
Bloody streams and
Blood stained dirt

Lack of treaty
Lack of worth
Golden rifles
Blood stained dirt

Bloody streams 
This hell on Earth.

 

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