The Second Uterus
Shot One
Deep green all around, green deep.
Shot Two
Innumerable black dots on green, innumerable.
Shot Three
Millions of people’s wails howls ridicules on green each black dots are transformed into human faces of various races, the faces form a line and relentless wails howls ridicules are heard.
Shot Four
People of various races with various dresses the march in procession Vaishnava beside Muslim Jew beside worshipers of African demigods beside Christian beside Buddhist.
Shot Five
Single colour vultures fly over the procession of men of various countries various colours of different ages, innumerable vultures over the procession continuously flutter deep blue sky flapping wings wails howls ridicules are raised further
Sudden soundless.
Everyone stops in his own place.
Shot Six
Vultures float in void, still ; men are in single line, some of them raise one feet some raise closed fist, are motionless.
Shot Seven
Darkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdark.
Shot Eight
Cutting through the belly of green widespread valley and solid slanting sky a mountain whose soundless waves have crossed horizon and gone afar.
Shot Nine
A bunch of naked babies, cry laugh make tantrums the lie on the widespread valley’s grass in the form of dewdrops make tantrums and cry.
Shot Ten
Touching the peak of mountain a waterfall skip jumps below, waterfall’s water is blood red.
Shot Eleven
Floodwater from the blood red waterfall washes away the babies, the babies float in blood river cries laughs.
Shot Twelve
Flocks and flocks of vultures suddenly descend on floating babies vultures leave their immobile position fly down – descending they put their beaks into each baby’s eyes – tear off navel and penis of boys vagina of girls with their claws — blood oozes out of babies’ eyes, blood oozes from navel penis vagina, blood flows mixes with blood river.
Shot Thirteen
Hundreds of birds’ waking up morning songs and countless white birds chirping white
Everything stand still.
Shot Fourteen
From the left side of Christ’s statue a colourful procession of men come forward, people of various nationalities wearing their national dress come forward large procession of men, each having a testicle in place of their left eye and blood river flows from the right side of Christ’s statue, torn pieces of flesh of babies in the river, some with only head some with heart stomach vagina or legless belly and on them are seated tired vultures.
Shot Fifteen
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Shot Sixteen
Procession of people go round Christ’s statue fall in blood river’s water, country of green slanting valley drowns in blood Christ’s nailed legs gradually stand in blood red river up to his thighs eyes of people of various colourful precession cry drops of water from their right eye, since they have penis in left eyes from there semen drip out — white semen mixed with blood floats — battered baby-limbs, vultures on limbs.
Shot Seventeen
Black snakes from around Christ’s body slither down into blood stream — snake with easy swim reaches each human being and before they could restrain them they climb up and enter their mouth from far away voices reverberate I am soul I am soul I am soul I am soul I am soul…
Shot Eighteen
From the mouth of each man the hood of a snake protrudes snakes are found on the head of vultures which were seated on floating babies.
Shot Nineteen
Christ’s statue starts stirring, shakes up all men tremble each visible square foot minute portion gets loosened in heavy water wails blood river starts ringing siren fast quite fast Christ’s stone hand stirs vultures cry fly out into sky flap wings torn pieces of babies get joined again one’s head joined by some other baby’s thigh – some having leg in place of hand some have vagina in place of navel.
Shot Twenty
In order to save themselves from tidal waves people start to swim around Christ’s statue – in place of smile two headed snakes peep out of their mouth in place of left eye stuck up penis queer limb babies crowed around Christ’s penis vultures on them.
Snakes wave their hood on the crown of vultures.
Deep green all around, green deep.
Shot Two
Innumerable black dots on green, innumerable.
Shot Three
Millions of people’s wails howls ridicules on green each black dots are transformed into human faces of various races, the faces form a line and relentless wails howls ridicules are heard.
Shot Four
People of various races with various dresses the march in procession Vaishnava beside Muslim Jew beside worshipers of African demigods beside Christian beside Buddhist.
Shot Five
Single colour vultures fly over the procession of men of various countries various colours of different ages, innumerable vultures over the procession continuously flutter deep blue sky flapping wings wails howls ridicules are raised further
Sudden soundless.
Everyone stops in his own place.
Shot Six
Vultures float in void, still ; men are in single line, some of them raise one feet some raise closed fist, are motionless.
Shot Seven
Darkdarkdarkdarkdarkdarkdark.
Shot Eight
Cutting through the belly of green widespread valley and solid slanting sky a mountain whose soundless waves have crossed horizon and gone afar.
Shot Nine
A bunch of naked babies, cry laugh make tantrums the lie on the widespread valley’s grass in the form of dewdrops make tantrums and cry.
Shot Ten
Touching the peak of mountain a waterfall skip jumps below, waterfall’s water is blood red.
Shot Eleven
Floodwater from the blood red waterfall washes away the babies, the babies float in blood river cries laughs.
Shot Twelve
Flocks and flocks of vultures suddenly descend on floating babies vultures leave their immobile position fly down – descending they put their beaks into each baby’s eyes – tear off navel and penis of boys vagina of girls with their claws — blood oozes out of babies’ eyes, blood oozes from navel penis vagina, blood flows mixes with blood river.
Shot Thirteen
Hundreds of birds’ waking up morning songs and countless white birds chirping white
Everything stand still.
Shot Fourteen
From the left side of Christ’s statue a colourful procession of men come forward, people of various nationalities wearing their national dress come forward large procession of men, each having a testicle in place of their left eye and blood river flows from the right side of Christ’s statue, torn pieces of flesh of babies in the river, some with only head some with heart stomach vagina or legless belly and on them are seated tired vultures.
Shot Fifteen
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Shot Sixteen
Procession of people go round Christ’s statue fall in blood river’s water, country of green slanting valley drowns in blood Christ’s nailed legs gradually stand in blood red river up to his thighs eyes of people of various colourful precession cry drops of water from their right eye, since they have penis in left eyes from there semen drip out — white semen mixed with blood floats — battered baby-limbs, vultures on limbs.
Shot Seventeen
Black snakes from around Christ’s body slither down into blood stream — snake with easy swim reaches each human being and before they could restrain them they climb up and enter their mouth from far away voices reverberate I am soul I am soul I am soul I am soul I am soul…
Shot Eighteen
From the mouth of each man the hood of a snake protrudes snakes are found on the head of vultures which were seated on floating babies.
Shot Nineteen
Christ’s statue starts stirring, shakes up all men tremble each visible square foot minute portion gets loosened in heavy water wails blood river starts ringing siren fast quite fast Christ’s stone hand stirs vultures cry fly out into sky flap wings torn pieces of babies get joined again one’s head joined by some other baby’s thigh – some having leg in place of hand some have vagina in place of navel.
Shot Twenty
In order to save themselves from tidal waves people start to swim around Christ’s statue – in place of smile two headed snakes peep out of their mouth in place of left eye stuck up penis queer limb babies crowed around Christ’s penis vultures on them.
Snakes wave their hood on the crown of vultures.
Stoical Charminar Cigarette
Mother, I would not be able to give polished sly smile with
compassionate God’s chipmunk white teeth of Satan’s intelligent eyes I
would not be able to treat my wife in matriarchal fashion on the lines
of saint Ramakrishna.
I would not be able to eat saccharin instead of sugar scared of diabetes with my unhappy penis
I would not be able to become Devadas at Khalasitola on the day of marriage registration of my erstwhile beloved.
My liver is gradually rotting my grandfather had cirrhosis I do not understand heredity I drink and read my poems my father used to abstain from food for religious worship big brothers of our area press breasts of area-sisters on the day of Dolyatra festival in the name of religion.
Mother, during foreign visits many of your aristocratic society members drank vodka I am stoical would light my Charminar cigarette from your burning pyre when I think about your death my eyes start crying at that time I do not think of earthquake in land and flood waters with my hands unlacing virgin girlfriend’s petticoat I did not think of Vaishnava poetry
Mother, I will also die one day.
Mother, at Belur temple ogling at a obeisance performing foreigner’s skirt-covered international python arse my sexual urge had become limitless Mother your sexuality will remain associated with father till death that is why I a drunkard am envying you with my unpretentious filth looking at my penis I feel like I am a species from another planet at this moment the warm light of sundown brightens my face and smearing colours of sunset in their wings flocks of birds without family planning are flying toward the peaceful eye nest of Banalata Sen – their time for egg incubation has arrived —
I would not be able to eat saccharin instead of sugar scared of diabetes with my unhappy penis
I would not be able to become Devadas at Khalasitola on the day of marriage registration of my erstwhile beloved.
My liver is gradually rotting my grandfather had cirrhosis I do not understand heredity I drink and read my poems my father used to abstain from food for religious worship big brothers of our area press breasts of area-sisters on the day of Dolyatra festival in the name of religion.
Mother, during foreign visits many of your aristocratic society members drank vodka I am stoical would light my Charminar cigarette from your burning pyre when I think about your death my eyes start crying at that time I do not think of earthquake in land and flood waters with my hands unlacing virgin girlfriend’s petticoat I did not think of Vaishnava poetry
Mother, I will also die one day.
Mother, at Belur temple ogling at a obeisance performing foreigner’s skirt-covered international python arse my sexual urge had become limitless Mother your sexuality will remain associated with father till death that is why I a drunkard am envying you with my unpretentious filth looking at my penis I feel like I am a species from another planet at this moment the warm light of sundown brightens my face and smearing colours of sunset in their wings flocks of birds without family planning are flying toward the peaceful eye nest of Banalata Sen – their time for egg incubation has arrived —
I am a Beauty Monster
Mankind moves on from estrangement to marriage
after watching the painted wings of butterflies – I am a beauty monster
I have torn off scent-fetching antenna of butterflies
.
I do not have faith on anyone
lazy wicked sometimes I think of becoming a hooker’s pimp
to lead my life when hangover of drinks wear off
and seated among rejoicing joking friends I realize my failure in love
I look at the full-moon and find a burning dead body there
.
I am lie inside drawer of a morgue just a corpse
my alive body has been towed away
to broken-bangle widow’s menstruation napkin
I am lie inside drawer of a morgue – crematoria wood lie inside trees
there is no love no maternity hospital wife is ready to give birth
I lie inside drawer of a morgue
this is the way I live days nights lightnings drought
on breasts of so many girls flesh heap grew up
so many girls became pregnant aborted – from Satyajit Ray’s country
Love In Tokyo film went to East Africa – in Marcus Square
Bengali culture Bharat circus poets’ gathering at Rabindra Sadan and
Vaijayantimala’s dance performance was held – I got nothing
neither redemption nor failure
From hooker’s toilet to lover’s bed
my seamless journey has not ended – from the womb of sky
that is why even today star ashes rain on earth
nevertheless I lie inside drawer of a morgue and my corpse towed away my living body
from her broken-bangles estrangement to marriage people move on
I am a beauty monster I have torn off scent-fetching antenna of butterflies
after watching the painted wings of butterflies – I am a beauty monster
I have torn off scent-fetching antenna of butterflies
.
I do not have faith on anyone
lazy wicked sometimes I think of becoming a hooker’s pimp
to lead my life when hangover of drinks wear off
and seated among rejoicing joking friends I realize my failure in love
I look at the full-moon and find a burning dead body there
.
I am lie inside drawer of a morgue just a corpse
my alive body has been towed away
to broken-bangle widow’s menstruation napkin
I am lie inside drawer of a morgue – crematoria wood lie inside trees
there is no love no maternity hospital wife is ready to give birth
I lie inside drawer of a morgue
this is the way I live days nights lightnings drought
on breasts of so many girls flesh heap grew up
so many girls became pregnant aborted – from Satyajit Ray’s country
Love In Tokyo film went to East Africa – in Marcus Square
Bengali culture Bharat circus poets’ gathering at Rabindra Sadan and
Vaijayantimala’s dance performance was held – I got nothing
neither redemption nor failure
From hooker’s toilet to lover’s bed
my seamless journey has not ended – from the womb of sky
that is why even today star ashes rain on earth
nevertheless I lie inside drawer of a morgue and my corpse towed away my living body
from her broken-bangles estrangement to marriage people move on
I am a beauty monster I have torn off scent-fetching antenna of butterflies
No Dispute With Mankind
No, I do not have any dispute with mankind anymore
if a creditor meets with an accident I can take him to hospital
borrow cigarette without qualms from erstwhile girlfriend’s husband
just like growing beards in this life quite easily I
in Ramkrishna’s Kali devotion I find sovereign sexual power
in Babli’s husband devotion I find universal sexual happiness
If a sandal of mine is lost would I
No, I do not have any dispute with mankind anymore
.
My uneasy stare mover off from my sister’s breast
on Brothers Day I loiter around the hookers lane
after death I would be able to see the corridor of reincarnation
I am an unredeemable terror struck man
I have noticed a dog keeps on crying within me
for his bitch an ascetic mendicant gets busy with his lecherousness
in order to ravish virginity of a nun and in front of that lecherousness
even heavenly love is turned to dust– after all I am
in favour of searching happiness of life in poetry instead of rhymes
that is why I do not have any dispute with life
I do not have any dispute with mankind
if a creditor meets with an accident I can take him to hospital
borrow cigarette without qualms from erstwhile girlfriend’s husband
just like growing beards in this life quite easily I
in Ramkrishna’s Kali devotion I find sovereign sexual power
in Babli’s husband devotion I find universal sexual happiness
If a sandal of mine is lost would I
No, I do not have any dispute with mankind anymore
.
My uneasy stare mover off from my sister’s breast
on Brothers Day I loiter around the hookers lane
after death I would be able to see the corridor of reincarnation
I am an unredeemable terror struck man
I have noticed a dog keeps on crying within me
for his bitch an ascetic mendicant gets busy with his lecherousness
in order to ravish virginity of a nun and in front of that lecherousness
even heavenly love is turned to dust– after all I am
in favour of searching happiness of life in poetry instead of rhymes
that is why I do not have any dispute with life
I do not have any dispute with mankind
Right Here
Right here a Greek hero of 323 BC forgets his desire for sex and rape
to implant valour and prowess in history right here
Chaitanya’s raised-arm love spreads toward humanity
forgetting taste of soft body of ladylove Vishnupriya – above all
erect human phallus remains wide eyed
above history and religious consciousness right here
.
Right here lust struck unsatisfied lover
faces millions of ridicules my ambition grows right here
my heart sinks if eyes face real questioning eyes right here
Right here one has to tread ahead to avoid respectful stare
.
With a wish to see a girl’s face I walk mile after mile but find
only crowds of tarts
Twenty seven years alone twenty seven years sleeping on my personal bed I find
brainless futureless sickly-nerve poems of poets’ poets
all around me solid soundless dark in mud built four walls
to implant valour and prowess in history right here
Chaitanya’s raised-arm love spreads toward humanity
forgetting taste of soft body of ladylove Vishnupriya – above all
erect human phallus remains wide eyed
above history and religious consciousness right here
.
Right here lust struck unsatisfied lover
faces millions of ridicules my ambition grows right here
my heart sinks if eyes face real questioning eyes right here
Right here one has to tread ahead to avoid respectful stare
.
With a wish to see a girl’s face I walk mile after mile but find
only crowds of tarts
Twenty seven years alone twenty seven years sleeping on my personal bed I find
brainless futureless sickly-nerve poems of poets’ poets
all around me solid soundless dark in mud built four walls
My Rifle My Bible
Two poems titled ‘My Rifle My Bible’ in my pocket
I walk toward Galpokobita periodical’s office – on this path there is a road and a market
named after a revolutionary of Independence movement
and a pulpit in the memory of a Seventies martyr
in the water of College Square reflection of old University’s new library
at a distance is the morgue of Medical College opposite to it between temple and library
a street has gone to the quarters of whores I walk through
this road toward Galpokobita office – in front pocket instead of bank notes
two poems – beneath pocket I have my undershirt
beneath undershirt my skin beneath skin there is heart
heart’s bone in abstract noun has been cut
even then I have not gone to Bonecut lane of whores till now
have visited Galpokobita office with my manuscripts
I have walked – with hunger for reading have gone to books
for love and hunger for my sex I ran to my girlfriend
books have not refused me – girlfriend has –
womankind have – thereafter I sat beside red blue fish aquarium
and ate fish fry I have noticed on inflated boobs of whores
there are flesh heaps instead of sexual attraction
in my erstwhile girlfriend’s present husband’s shining teeth
I had seen advertizement of toothpaste – not smile
.
Nimai saint eats burned human flesh as blessed food at Ramkrishna crematorium
he even eats Ganges-mud and his own shit smokes marijuana and sings God’s name
people consider Nimai saint to be a liberated man I also want to be liberated but
that liberation does not mean eating torn flesh from dead man’s burning corpse or mud
or one’s own shit – Che Guevara also wanted liberation and colonial period’s
Indian poet had written that God resides where the farmer tills cultivates harvests
all twelve months and not inside the house – this
sort of references to liberty was written before independence – today I
a poet of independent India watch unblemished smiles on the faces
of hundreds of children trapped in poverty and think about liberating them –
instead of grenades two poems in my pocket I walk towards Galpokobita office
on this path there is a road and a market named after a revolutionary
and a pulpit in the memory of a Seventies martyr on this path
I walk toward Galpokobita periodical’s office – on this path there is a road and a market
named after a revolutionary of Independence movement
and a pulpit in the memory of a Seventies martyr
in the water of College Square reflection of old University’s new library
at a distance is the morgue of Medical College opposite to it between temple and library
a street has gone to the quarters of whores I walk through
this road toward Galpokobita office – in front pocket instead of bank notes
two poems – beneath pocket I have my undershirt
beneath undershirt my skin beneath skin there is heart
heart’s bone in abstract noun has been cut
even then I have not gone to Bonecut lane of whores till now
have visited Galpokobita office with my manuscripts
I have walked – with hunger for reading have gone to books
for love and hunger for my sex I ran to my girlfriend
books have not refused me – girlfriend has –
womankind have – thereafter I sat beside red blue fish aquarium
and ate fish fry I have noticed on inflated boobs of whores
there are flesh heaps instead of sexual attraction
in my erstwhile girlfriend’s present husband’s shining teeth
I had seen advertizement of toothpaste – not smile
.
Nimai saint eats burned human flesh as blessed food at Ramkrishna crematorium
he even eats Ganges-mud and his own shit smokes marijuana and sings God’s name
people consider Nimai saint to be a liberated man I also want to be liberated but
that liberation does not mean eating torn flesh from dead man’s burning corpse or mud
or one’s own shit – Che Guevara also wanted liberation and colonial period’s
Indian poet had written that God resides where the farmer tills cultivates harvests
all twelve months and not inside the house – this
sort of references to liberty was written before independence – today I
a poet of independent India watch unblemished smiles on the faces
of hundreds of children trapped in poverty and think about liberating them –
instead of grenades two poems in my pocket I walk towards Galpokobita office
on this path there is a road and a market named after a revolutionary
and a pulpit in the memory of a Seventies martyr on this path
Unnecessary Poem
I am a new intruder on the surface of this earth
when the doctor draws blood from cut vein of the poem
I remember I had sold my blood to drink wine
to enable me to write poems.
Have I become depraved ? Even now lot of mysteries are hidden
presently I am scared of dying which means I love to live
that is why Red Book in one hand and Jibananda’s poetry in another beneath cloudy sky
I walk ahead – people who wear sunglasses in cloudy shade
I dislike them – people who contemplate God after getting kicked in family life
I dislike them – those who kicks statues of gods and questions
‘what is what’ I love them very much – I rejoiced in Coffee House
puffing cheap cigarettes with Marx Lenin Sartre Joyce Kafka by my side
thereafter I walked alone in crowd of humanity ; actually
I am not getting anything from books – presuming I might get something from girlfriend
I ran to her but found out – she was sleeping
with my elder Officer brother
became her lover after gifting her a dress purchased with his bonus money
with that much amount I would have met my food expenses for a month
which means my would-be wife’s
cost of covering her body is equal to my food bill – can you imagine
how we live our lives
.
Even then I love smiling naked babies – the old world becomes new
in front of my hungry eyes beautiful women in bone-structures proceed toward crematoria through time-
I sold off a thick book of philosophy
for purchasing bread and wine just to live and sometimes I write down
believe me, I write down Unnecessary Poem
when the doctor draws blood from cut vein of the poem
I remember I had sold my blood to drink wine
to enable me to write poems.
Have I become depraved ? Even now lot of mysteries are hidden
presently I am scared of dying which means I love to live
that is why Red Book in one hand and Jibananda’s poetry in another beneath cloudy sky
I walk ahead – people who wear sunglasses in cloudy shade
I dislike them – people who contemplate God after getting kicked in family life
I dislike them – those who kicks statues of gods and questions
‘what is what’ I love them very much – I rejoiced in Coffee House
puffing cheap cigarettes with Marx Lenin Sartre Joyce Kafka by my side
thereafter I walked alone in crowd of humanity ; actually
I am not getting anything from books – presuming I might get something from girlfriend
I ran to her but found out – she was sleeping
with my elder Officer brother
became her lover after gifting her a dress purchased with his bonus money
with that much amount I would have met my food expenses for a month
which means my would-be wife’s
cost of covering her body is equal to my food bill – can you imagine
how we live our lives
.
Even then I love smiling naked babies – the old world becomes new
in front of my hungry eyes beautiful women in bone-structures proceed toward crematoria through time-
I sold off a thick book of philosophy
for purchasing bread and wine just to live and sometimes I write down
believe me, I write down Unnecessary Poem
0987654321
Watch how nasty it seems talking about pissing
at the time of love
in hisses of kisses
ah ha ha tents blow up inside trousers of young men
abracadabra red flag sway
marching towards the future after public vote
young lady wants to talk for going to shit
through red lipstick lips
a drunk elite at the Olympia bar
abused me — bloody toddy drinker
when I was returning from Gabbu’s joint walking on the street
I would have buried God’s living corpse
and thrown Him to be devoured by Satan
who is more attractive — wine, women or poetry
I can not decide — my pen wanted to write ‘ringworm’
but wrote ‘oh lady oh beauty’ ; while writing ‘oh lady oh beauty’
wrote about ‘ringworm and rashes’
at the time of love
in hisses of kisses
ah ha ha tents blow up inside trousers of young men
abracadabra red flag sway
marching towards the future after public vote
young lady wants to talk for going to shit
through red lipstick lips
a drunk elite at the Olympia bar
abused me — bloody toddy drinker
when I was returning from Gabbu’s joint walking on the street
I would have buried God’s living corpse
and thrown Him to be devoured by Satan
who is more attractive — wine, women or poetry
I can not decide — my pen wanted to write ‘ringworm’
but wrote ‘oh lady oh beauty’ ; while writing ‘oh lady oh beauty’
wrote about ‘ringworm and rashes’
Personal Bed
1.
Not only Radhika, even prostitutes menstruate
Father of three children — ideal family planning man
had masturbated in youth — didn’t he
2.
I do not want to be Tagore — nor Raghu Robber
I want to be Falguni Ray — just Falguni Ray
3.
The road on which I live have at one end a maternity hospital and at the other a crematorium
I you don’t believe you may find out yourself — bus route 4, 32, 39, 43
4.
I have noticed that the word magazine is associated with rifle and poetry
Not only Radhika, even prostitutes menstruate
Father of three children — ideal family planning man
had masturbated in youth — didn’t he
2.
I do not want to be Tagore — nor Raghu Robber
I want to be Falguni Ray — just Falguni Ray
3.
The road on which I live have at one end a maternity hospital and at the other a crematorium
I you don’t believe you may find out yourself — bus route 4, 32, 39, 43
4.
I have noticed that the word magazine is associated with rifle and poetry
Personal Neon
I am devoid of genius that is why I touch my nose
with my tongue to prove my genius
Sometimes while walking in front of novelist Manik Bandopadhyay’s house
I brood about the street on which he once walked
I, Falguni Ray, an idiot, trod along
I often travel in second class in tramcar
and contemplate that this was the tramcar which overran and crushed
the body of poet Jibanananda Das
This is the way I loiter
earth sun stars follow me
during my embryo moment death descended on solar system
A friend of mine drinks wine of far away lands in a bar
he angrily scolds me as a toddy drinker and cannabis smoker
one day
for chopping off Ekalavya’s thumb
I felt Dronacharya was a murderer.
with my tongue to prove my genius
Sometimes while walking in front of novelist Manik Bandopadhyay’s house
I brood about the street on which he once walked
I, Falguni Ray, an idiot, trod along
I often travel in second class in tramcar
and contemplate that this was the tramcar which overran and crushed
the body of poet Jibanananda Das
This is the way I loiter
earth sun stars follow me
during my embryo moment death descended on solar system
A friend of mine drinks wine of far away lands in a bar
he angrily scolds me as a toddy drinker and cannabis smoker
one day
for chopping off Ekalavya’s thumb
I felt Dronacharya was a murderer.
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