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Sick lady

She was not sick lady
But for sex was always ready
Scores of people may visit her daily
Does it not look silly or funny?

Yes but it is sad tale
She was not attractive but kind and reasonable
Young or old were no exception
She wanted only physical relation

Not a single man was spared
She was of complex nature and dared
Her husband knew and facilitated
May be he was aware but relented

It is one sort of body hunger
You need it often and can't linger
It was not done for any kind of favor
No one can clam as her lover

I thought it as food supplement
Body needs it with innocent movement
What else can be reason for such behavior?
Well I leave it open to the readers

But it was stark reality
Human weakness was seen with poor quality
No one may appreciate it in open
But go to her in private even

It is like an intense urge
You want it and wait at large
I shall not put it bluntly
But dared to put views recently

Many friends used to narrate
About their relation with her and narrate
Not a single man around was spared
She had put everything at stake and never feared

What may be her feeling?
I don't know but certainly she may be unwilling
On her part she may be helpless
How can she reveal happiness on face?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sense of deep feeling

I had the sense of deep feeling
Had strong urge and of course willing
But from inside something was killing
I could not decide whether it was end or beginning

It is strong human bond that forces for something
You might have got all or desired for everything
Still it needs warmth and special relation
If so then you are kind hearted person with such indication

It is not matter for open discussion
But make sure of it before having any passion
You must give fair trial for its durability
Such relation may only last long if has fine quality

Just pose a question where you are loved person
If so then what are the most probable reasons
Do you love your self than any body else?
Or is it simply infatuation or feelings very false?

There is no fun in rushing for quick result
You draw flake and sometimes insults
There are likely chances of failure
So make it reasonable to feel very sure

The intense feeling and eyes do the rest
You can read it and feel it as best
It has its own merits and demerits
You make sure where does it fit

The love is not a feeling to be prepared in advance
It takes place all of sudden and at once
No one knows when and why it will happen?
It is bound to take place if not desired even

It ahs fair chance of succeeding at any stage
Only it requires coming at the right age
As it is writing of words on new page
It is definitely a delicate and critical phase

One must make it sure that it is blessings
Not a single aspect must go unnoticed or missing
It is beautiful stage and must be felt immensely
It is God gift and must be treated as heavenly

It may have little sex angle or body attachment
But it is deep feeling with glorious moment
Some of the moments run along with mutual consent
But over all impact is understood and felt

I shall consider it as holy union
There is nothing wrong to seek companion
It is after all a strong bond with passion
One is ready for its acceptance and admission

I shall not deny its existence
The whole outlook is changed in its presence
You are stopped from doing something bad
Denial of its role may make you unstable and sad

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Correct definition

"Your imagination is scaling new height"
Touching hearts of many and sets
New trend with some reasonable approach
We are in position to think without any coach

Some of the friends may shower with praise
Some may comment badly and unsuccessfully chase
Down grade the moral and discourage to write more
I think of it reasonably and apply break therefore

Not all the poets criticize the new concept
Comments reveal that after reading poem many have wept
It is not easy to make people feel the pulse of the character
Put them in the position and feel as an actor

Poems are just medium to air the views
Paint them in optimistic way to be picked by few
I consider it as fine gesture on the part of readers
Many of them are quite young and bulk of it as elders

Thoughts do not emerge from any type of concentration
It requires no special effort or some kind of mediation
The main thrust is aimed at building delicate relation
Where poet and reader is perfectly aligned with the related question

Modern or old theory of gathering theme is around us
We must believe our eyes and watch it with trust
Simple question is to be asked about why all these happens?
Why are we so blind to the reality despite higher education even?

I trust my pen and air freely whatever penetrates in mind
All doors are open to receive it and suitably find
Agree to imagery set up in mind and relay it further
Ready to feed child with natural feed as mother

It is nice to develop intimate relation
That helps to bridge and receive indication
Frank debate over where we have erred in composition
Adjust if possible or take care in its correct definition

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Beautiful end

It was all not for me for free
There was hidden cause for me
I had very trimmed and attractive body
It might have drawn anybody

I gently made entry in club
All eyes were upon me as if trying to rub
It as not unknown to me but a fact
I was damn lucky to know and act

“Hello, I am here, how are you”?
I just roamed eyes and looked through
It was not all that sincere invitation
But of course an open offer for relation

“You can be my life or possibly a partner”
Even though I am new to this and beginner
Can that become reality very soon?
I replied that it can be done even this noon

He was damn happy and expressed gratitude
I like his behavior and attitude
It was open invitation and offer
I had no reason to go against and differ

I do not which way the ship may turn around
I have tried and very lately found
He may prove sometimes a reliable friend
The search has come to now at beautiful end

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We Have Lost

We have lost the body and soul
In every aspect it is smelt as foul
Where two square meals is reality!
The struggle has lost its teeth and quality

What reason can you give for up rising?
What have you to say for when promising?
Gone where the days when people offered voluntarily
Came out in open with chest for bullets readily!

Now men in street have come to know about the futility
The hollow words, false promises and behavior of poor quality
It is not the same time when leaders were found selfless
Speak of same value and stand for no duality on face

What do we have then as an easy option?
It is quite difficult to go for an adoption
The moral value is eroded and is for name sake
In depth study has revealed so much value at stake

There is too not much to claim from freedom
It is hardly seen in practice or enjoyed seldom
Everything is sold at fixed price and for asking
Any one with money, muscle and power can make staking

The time has witnessed changes so are the seasons
It has changed due to some known reasons
Eco balance is disturbed to an alarming level
There is not much to take credit and excel

We have mastered the art in lip service
Where no amount is to be spent for promises
You show them twinkling stars or moon in day time
Miss them all completely when see them next time

Now has the time for orchestrated trouble spots
Enough funds is spared and warning is fired in shots
It is now battle on large scale with selfish goal
The original charm is lost and definitely stolen

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Felt It Badly

I had felt it badly this before
I had decide to remain aloof therefore
“I shall give no space to anyone”
“Even if I am liked by some one” I resolved

I didn’t know whether it grew out of frustration
What direct bearing it had on such relation?
I was to learn it later and change opinion
As there was enough of strength with companion

If you can’t carry on with permanent arrangement
Then people may suspect even your little movement
They will have suspicion and may not trust
This impression needs to be removed as it is must

It may so happen that you can’t live together
You have gathered the impression of that lone stranger
You have biased views altogether and keep aloof
As you had enough of reasons with proof

Life is such beautiful enterprise that you can’t live in isolation
It has something to do with love and its relation
It may not involve physical relation and association
Yet it is means to be cemented for any type of orientation

There is something called live in relationship
Where two people live without having companionship
The relation not appreciated by large section
As they look suspect with such type of action

Here no question heart breaking
Nothing of any sort or complete cracking
If you can’t pull on then separate willingly
There is not much pain as it is done smilingly

But it is not that easy as you think
Even if you have weak bond, you prefer to sink
Along with your partner if time demanded
You never utter a word that is meant to be offended

It has given foundation to nice feeling
Even though it has been always willing
Yet there is belonging and soft corner
Even if you leave temper ray as partner

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Gentleman Manner

He was drunk and unconscious
Knew nothing what had made him famous
It was excessive drink and no control over action
People used to hate him with hostile reaction

He was kind at heart but no gentleman like manner
In this civilized he was just new and beginner
He always took care not to disturb any one
This was the only reason he was least hated one

No one has been successful so far
To come out of old habits and shine like star
Doe he not know that it was ruining his reputation?
He knew it well but had little hesitation

Every day he will take oath not to drink
But strong urge may make him to sink
He will resort to same old habit
Drink more to loose control and faint

'I want to improve' he told me in person
He was helpless and cited many reasons
Some thing serious had taken place
He wanted to escape from intense chase

He was punishing himself and suffering
He had nothing else for offering
He will fold the hand and request
Apologize for bad conduct and wish the best

Everybody liked his behavior
He was kind and known for good humor
I always sided with him for his bad habit
Otherwise he was good man and as human very much fit

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Strange are ways

Strange are the ways human beings prefer
Adopt double standard and willingly offer
All sorts of arguments to suit guilty mind
Yet claim morality and show to be kind

She is waiting daily for sunrise
Much awaited in store for surprise
She has her own ambition with love triangle
But no regret for lost love and having troubles

"Jealousy" is eating you away
She found nice way to cover and throw me away
As dear friend this was what I could offer
Even though much to her disliking and to differ

I begged to take leave from her and part
I thought it was company with bad start
Here was a well known personality I had opted for
But soon it was on brink and turning sour

I was zealous to defend her from misconception
She was dragged in for dreamy situation
I felt it unnecessary and preferred isolation
It was coming to an end of a beautiful relation

She was blinded by fancy ideas and odd conception
Someone had reminded her of lost relation
Now he had apologized and regretted the decision
This was the sentimental error she was flowing in with confusion

I can do no more but watch from across the fence
She has remained all the time in pain and tense
Even though I believed it was not correct and senseless
She had all the satisfaction to narrate on the face

I shall go by her wish
As no one knows how it may turn to finish
But surely it may not be pleasant
As in past we have witnessed many such instants

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No meeting point

No meeting point on some even if they are called silly
Still we lived as happy people in our joint family
Temperamentally amusing and quite different
Yet spent time together at present

No one may notice our relation with any break
As we may not present any thing at stake
She lived with her own prospectus and with views
I stayed away with mine after providing dues

Bodily we are one as and when wanted
Laughed for a while, teased and taunted
She may come to me whenever desired
I shall take it lightly and often admired

It is not called compromise
But not healthy too otherwise
We are not separate entity
We need to be one with all probability

But it is better than other arrangement
We have no complaint or resentment
She has her own way to live with
Yet marriage is bond and we firmly believe

It is not open clash of personality
But we can term it as neutrality
Where we have chosen not to interfere
Create terror in mind or fear

In public, we may show all affections
She may hold my hand with lovely actions
I shall mix with people and offer wonderful smile
When we walk hand in hand for a while

Such is diverse feeling in our approach
But it doesn't bother us so much
We are independent and loving couple
She smiles beautifully when her cheeks turn purple

I love her not because of she is beautiful
But because of her nature as well
She won't speak with any kind of bitterness
Smile gently and show always the happiness

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Want To Be Quiet

When a person wants to be quiet?
I don't know exactly as poet
It might have many reasons
But must be varying from person to person

Yes it comes to mind
When all of sudden you find
Your poems are neglected
Not read and not even reacted

That gives simple jolt
As if sudden blue from bolt
Either you are self driven
Or worth yet to be proven

Poetry as such is nobody's domain
It may narrate nature, separation and pain
More of self experience and some of the the facts
How can readers take it seriously and react?

I can judge their mood
But poetry is like food
If you go deep
It may certainly make you to weep

It has human touch
To remain friends all the times as such
Yet suffer some sort of mental agony
When not appreciated by so many

Not that poetry is disliked with its irrelevance?
Not that it has failed to take into account such grievance
The reader's mood is unpredictable like rain
If it comes then it may bring relief along with pain

Even though I have missed their nonparticipation
It speaks of very close affinity and relation
The view points penned in poem may not be suitable
Perhaps this is the only point for them not to struggle

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New Beginnings

Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...

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New Beginnings

Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...

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Pure Thought

Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...

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Pure Thought

Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...

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Mercy on mankind

We pray and ask for mercy on mankind
But let us also be considerate and kind
It is not disfavor from the almighty as such
We have created position for us as much

Not a single corner we have spared
Blockage of river water stopped and dared
Complete earth bottom is vacuumed
Whole of natural source is consumed

Air too is polluted and difficult to inhale
Complete atmosphere is unhealthy and stale
Yet almighty is kind and merciful
Only we need to be friendly and faithful

To be a friend of nature is only answer
This may be understood only by fewer
Yet the answer is found and lies within us
Beware of duties and try to trust

Nothing may go against us even if disaster
We must gather the strength and muster
He is guardian of universe and master
We must understand and move faster

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Touch Me

Why don’t you leave me alone and in isolation?
Why is it that you still come and guide me with relation?
Why is it that I still spend sleepless nights?
Internal thoughts clash with mind and fight

You come before eyes when I close for little comfort
I try to forget sweet memories or resort to
No successes as you drive powerfully and invade
You stand in between doors and don’t fade

I fail to close the eyes and turn the back
Again you resurface and eventually crack
Oh god! what is happening for the good?
I fear that I may eventually forget to take food

You ask me about the reassurance with promises
I had done it number of times with so many misses
You whole heatedly forgave me with no regrets
Such was graceful act on your part to allow me or let

I fight for letting bright sun to appear
I can’t imagine its brightness so near
I feel like rejecting all happiness and stay far
The sky, moon and even don’t appeal the stars

Can’t you come again in same form?
I am totally shaken and mentally broken
I fear that I shall never get sound sleep
I shall remain awake and ceaselessly weep

Stars twinkle but don’t appeal
Moon light spread but strong urge is repealed
I shall never hear that morning melody
As I lay unconscious with no movement in body

Will you touch me in form of wind?
Will you spread the light and be kind?
Push me with your gentle touch to come in same for again
Rush to open fields to experience the rain

I hope you will be kind enough
The earth had been unkind and rough
I have now reason to smile or laugh
As you have come back as my better half

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I am chained

I am slave and chained
My hands are tightened
Mouth is sealed and eyes blinded
World has seen it but never minded

Since years I am under occupation
Children and their mothers suffer sans relation
Looses daily one soul forever
Still world has no time to care ever

Any time the artificial line is drawn
Curfew is imposed and shutters are down
Siren raids are on and life is shattered
Life is turning from bad to worst and remains scattered

Is this the price my kids may have to pay?
The world may silently watch and have nothing to say?
Alright I shall bleed some more
Let them see me in tears furthermore

How can youth control their rage?
When no peace in sight and house is on ablaze
How many more of them you want to die?
Humanity doesn't want to offer even single try?

How long will you witness my body to collapse?
Cry under pillow and shed the tears?
Blood soaked bodies to be seen all over and no one to see?
Can we call whole world as democratic and free?

No one has observed a single fast when I was raped?
Took out cloths daily and still people have clapped
How would you tolerate such happenings in your own home?
When some one enters by force and remains as unwelcome

You may all open eyes and see the reality
Daily new born die for the poor facilities
I cry silently from the world and cover the face
Would you mind entire race is wiped out from earth's surface?

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A someone to come near

It was not leading me anywhere
I was searching it everywhere
I longed for some one to come near
And loving words in ears to hear

I shall remain as living entity
Simple and sober with poor quality
I am unable to draw the beautiful attention
Possibly I may not be worth for retention

After all hearts beat faster when some one says hello
All works pushed aside for the attention do allow
Giving gentle look with smiling face
The love game is to be won in race

I don’t know when the day will come
I shall keep the doors open and welcome
I shall wait not even for second to reply
Can any one advise me and say it is not worth try?

I am young at heart and always dream
Many good faces I try to find in team
They all come at once and fade away
I still hope it to happen in any day

Anger and frustration were true friends to remain
No useful thoughts to emerge and increasing pain
Will it come at the time of burial?
Will it be dramatic as happens in serial?

It has enough power to sustain
The relation all along to maintain
The truth is simple and plain
No regrets or comments to refrain

I shall allow it to end in reality
That is the fine and best quality
You shall term it as place like heaven
It may realize little late even

Many people like me may be dreaming in day light
It is understood they may be spending sleepless nights
Nothing may be lateralizing much to the discomforts
As they have no skill or lack the good efforts

Love has many fold dimensions
No one knows what will be right direction?
It may not wait any longer to find a place
You should there as ready person in any case

Your quest may end as happy moment
You may have then no reason to lament
There is feeling and ready consent
Bad plight is over and there is nothing to resent

Life becomes fruitless with some of the aspects
Ideal couples may always earn the respect
Whatever we may term it as deal or pact or act?
His is reality of life and open fact

The rivers water flow calm down after initial thrust
It is natural law to settle down and build the trust
The marriage is holy union of two individuals
One must take it as challenge and not as casual

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Beautiful and great

"Karina, you are lovely, beautiful and great"
But is it so real that I am so late
She was surprised to hear and stared
I was little in odd position when had dared

She is fine lady and belongs to good culture
Where she considers all friends and makes sure
Dignity stands all the way and holds the ground
Whether it is new people, new area or culture to be found

I saw eyes but failed to read what it tried
For a second I felt shy, but suddenly asked why?
She is the entire time best friend
May give in and stay up to the end

Some of the people are gifted
Their eyes speak and never get shifted
It is not natural talent or any kind of show off
But person gets warning and it is made last laugh

I am always at receiving end and accept the outcome
Make the friends laugh at my funny things and welcome
I wait for no adverse comment or displeasure
As it always turn out to be great pleasure

Friends are meant to be adored and appreciated
Not made to suffer due to environment already vitiated
It is how you ouch their deep sentiments
Use it to fullest advantage and turn into happy moments

She has impressed with her innocent show
May be she is intelligent and willing to go
Yet it is her desire to be taken into account
We must love to create relation with almost sure count

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My choice

It was my choice to call him personally
I did not like the idea of conveying it orally
Still it was ideal to hold meeting at place
Where no come could spot us and trace

I was serious with my proposal
I did not expect it quick disposal
It was to be discussed at length
We had same feeling with relative strength

Neither the entertainment was to be included
Nor the contentment was to be excluded
It was all there available for asking
It was the only trust we were banking

I knew he will not misinterpret my invitation
Though it may send some kind of elation
He was not such person to be excited at
He will weigh the pro and cons to wait

I was always thrilled to meet him and feel fine
Though the relation can be termed as clandestine
I used to feel intoxication with his company
Even though this may not be the experience with many

I dared not to have affairs with anybody
He was special to me and not somebody
He excelled in all the aspects to prove
I had to say yes and could not disprove

I had deliberately chosen the place
As I was very much in serious race
It was concerning to me as person
I had some worries with valid reasons

I had dreamed of him in many ways
I wanted him to be closer and not away
It was dream come true as we were alone
I was the beneficiary as only one

As he entered the place, it was awesome feeling
I was losing control and reeling
I feared he may object and offer some bad words
I still held firm with looking straight and forward

I was sailing in beautiful boat
I was feeling it with sugar coat
It was giving me all kind of pleasure
I had full faith in him and was very much sure

The life would be totally incomplete
If he was to remove me or delete
From his favorable list and position
I feared for it and thought it as worst composition

I saw him smile and regained the confidence
I need not put up brave front with pretence
He would prefer out right presentation
This would prove only good reason for my exaltation

I could offer no words as he neared me
I was speechless and did not feel free
He did not give any chance to speak
I was dreaming day as night and felt so weak

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Too childish and naive

I wished I had chance to see its palpitation
Observe the curves rising and falling in relation
I know it may reveal strange and spring surprises
Yet I want to know how much it can withstand promises

It has happened several times but brought down
Internally I felt it clear and was known
I may not be exactly able tell precisely
As no one does it of one’s own wisely

I stood before mirror and saw its movement
Many poets have described it as main epic centre movement
All true feeling generate here and go to extreme end
Caught on way by all but differently as by foe or friend

What makes it to send tears in the eyes?
What drives it to raise the questions with why?
I saw nothing special as to narrate
But it was there for me to relate

I feel cool breeze but can’t see
Get enough of peace and feeling under tree
These all come as mark of true emanation
Heart takes care of all those questions

What I wish to show to world?
That I have surrendered to her and gone to fold
Will that be wise enough to speak and reveal?
How can heart help me to keep it secret and conceal?

I have different world to live
It is not make or believe
I want to go deep and prefer to dive
But I am too childish and naive

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