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Apr 2021 · 293
While you're young
Kirah Apr 2021
While you're young and getting stuff done, just hope you find that one genuine and informed person to guide you from your stupidity.
There are mistakes everywhere, if you did them, we live and we learn.

While you're young, have an investment culture, not just savings; it pinches hard to be a helpless provider.

While you're young, communicate and keep doing it, it keeps getting better.

While you're young and knowing where you belong, stay where you're visible and you will value every piece of fun you have.

While you're young, learn to forgive, you haven't met the real sins yet.
Mar 2021 · 101
Kirah Mar 2021
You've been working all your life and nothing to show for it,
You've been struggling to get it on track,
And it's just how a superhero learns to fly.
Mar 2021 · 138
Perfect Paradise
Kirah Mar 2021
I found a place,
One to call home for my homelessness,
One with loud rhythms of Bad liar,
One too big to escape from,
So look me in the eye,
Tell me what you see,
Perfect Paradise,
Guess I wished my heart reflected it.
Mar 2021 · 324
Stranger for granted
Kirah Mar 2021
Time is a thief,
A thief of plans in our task notes,
A thief of dreams from our bucket list,
But time steals people too.
How is it we pass strangers through the streets each day,
Strangers who make it to the end of the day,
And those we were the last to see with hands in their pockets,
Strangers we don't get to see in their tinted cars,
And all those friends who turn into strangers,
Maybe we just should not take a thing for granted,
Guess of all we knew, one, if we'd be seeing them for their last,
We'd be a little kinder and sweeter than the freeloaders we've become.
Feb 2021 · 91
Kirah Feb 2021
In your house, there is wind flowing gently over the seats, down the floor and into the chambers of your heart just to remind you to look up and take a deep breath, just like a free man.
Sep 2020 · 63
To my Next Life
Kirah Sep 2020
Time and again,
Twice, thrice once before,
I lost my heart
Am lifeless.
So, when you come knocking,
Do it so gently, creatively,
With poise and dignity,
If I don't peep through the knobs,
Search by the windows,
Stride by the willows,
I might be hiding from my liberation.
Kirah Sep 2020
Young or old, male or female,
Dear, make yourself easy but tough,
Be a bridge to people's destinations but only if it doesn't cut out a part of you, it's called helping. Helping doesn't care whether your 'walk on' is to stay or pay. Doesn't cut out opportunists from real. Easy, if you can hold. Better if you can sustain in it, but help out regardless.
Jul 2020 · 87
Caged birds sing
Kirah Jul 2020
And one day, when you've tried enough,
When you have said sorry again and again,
fly off like a bird and hide in the thicks,
And only let out your song to the world.
Jul 2020 · 54
That the poet never said
Kirah Jul 2020
When a poet gets tired, she never lets go,
When a poet feels stabbed, she never stabs herself,
When a poet is worked up, she never says a word,
When the heart of a poet gets too hot, that she can't stay,
She goes out to find a shoulder to lean on, but when she doesn't find one,
She let's the tears flow out drawing patterns on paper that only she can comprehend,
She knows how to conceal the spears that clutch in her soul,
And only those who read between her lines get to spot the pepper in the plate.
Jul 2020 · 75
Dry scar
Kirah Jul 2020
If you're somewhere, dark
dark like the pains in your heart,
you're stuck up in your past,
you are losing sight of the present,
like the doors opening for you.

And when your eyes well up,
Look up and the sun will,
dry up your tears,
send glimmers to your soul,
send warmth to your heart,
And yours will be a dry scar
Jun 2020 · 50
Kirah Jun 2020
o'er the shore, a man,
clinging onto his crutch, like,
it bears his golds, he's
younger than yesterday, he,
never knows how, man, woman,
and the kids,  know his teeth set,
he sometimes is tacky,
that's for a human, he loves,
he loves me, my mum and papa,
his blare when we come swimming,
is suffice a tell, though he's never,
like, totally told us his roots,
he is secret, secret like the fairy land,
LA La land that envelopes in him,
and the flowery scenery he doesn't see,
but lives a delusion,
secret like the angelets that encompass,
those that failed, to cross him over,
like he's been craving but no longer,
he's the butterfly flying in the desert,
that could spot a rose in the thorns,
he's never seen us, mama, papa and I,
we've lived an illusion.
Jun 2020 · 97
Igloo in Thaws
Kirah Jun 2020
I know of a neighbor next door,
She’s stuck up in the winters,
With a cabin in her igloo,
That crunches cracks, that,  
When she peepn’ through,
The world stops to look,
Her silence falls like the bullets,
I checked her timeline,
And her closet's in pink,
Like her hair, like her skin,
she loves what she's got, but,
in fear of what the world will see,
When I near to say hello,
She clenches on her fist,
galloping her soronity, like the,
secret word engraved in her palm,
when my kids ‘re in her lawn, she,
smiles, then shutters in precision, so,
harsh, that the igloo thaws to his freeing,
a man, whose not set eyes on his born little,
he only but presumes a beauty, one so quiet,
like the crutches he's clutching, on his left,
on his right, interlocked palms,
Further end, the palm that unfolds,
'atrapado en el amor'
The cabin door bolts.
May 2020 · 56
Lost never to be found
Kirah May 2020
Do we have a home?
To us who don't have a place in people's hearts,
To us who haven't made peace with our pieces,
To us who our scars seem so deep to want to heal,
To us who have searched and never found,
To us who haven't had the word to share with the world,
Do we still have a place to call ours?

If you have met people who loved you,
And they forgave you for who you are,
Glue to them but quit to blame us for who we are,
We have tried, but it didn't work out for us,
We cried but it didn't seem to dry up,
We spoke, but it didn't all come out,
We heard but listened to our hearts each time.

Time and again, we have failed us
We have hurt us all the time,
But isn't that what became of us?
We tried, well, we are off,
Off to meet our destiny, one we don't know
And here and now, I say, if we never return,
We found a place for us and don't come looking for us.
Apr 2020 · 41
My insecurities are back
Kirah Apr 2020
This time round,
I'm done,
Done with loving me,
Done with self care,
And the skin care routine,
I'm so done,
Buying marbles,
And having stones hurled at me.
Kirah Apr 2020
Valley, if it was a valley,
Then she must have lost herself in there,
But didn't y'all ask her to hang on a little?
Yet you didn't send a dove to check,
Or maybe Noah's vulture,
I checked and I'm sorry it was a deep sea,
I'm sure the tears conspired against her,
They gathered and swept her down deep,
But don't dead bodies float?
Might be she still breathes beneath,
But still,
Y'all won't save her.
Apr 2020 · 45
Not saved successfully
Kirah Apr 2020
Dear heart,
I was to protect you,
I taught you to train yourself,
To learn to let go,
But you didn't want to learn,
And now you're bleeding,
Bleeding, like you won't stay for too long,
I'm sorry, you were not saved successfully.
Apr 2020 · 39
Kirah Apr 2020
Dear wounds that I carry,
I'm sorry, that,
I opened my palm to the thorns that pricked you,
And just like a dying soul, I watched to see if they'd look back,
And you know, like innocent birds,
With beautiful feathers, they disappeared into the skies.
Apr 2020 · 57
I'd go struggling
Kirah Apr 2020
I won't forget about last time,
I tried to tell my pain,
I know I have lots in my mind,
And I might carry it all with me,
But here and now, I promise,
I'd rather die drowning,
Than scream for a saviour.
Kirah Apr 2020
You woke up one morning,
And I popped up on your screens,
I wonder what will flash in ur mind,
And I wonder if you'll be on breakfast or supper,
I wonder if you'll have a pic of me to show,
And I wouldn't want to know when and if you'll splash it on your pages,
But whatever,
Don't curse yourself,
Don't remember how I cried,
And don't bother to buy a bouquet for my grave,
I'm sure they'll burry me, a day after,
And you won't have time to peep through my coffin glass,
You won't know how I slept,
Whether cursing or appreciating,
You won't also know the last dues I made to Allah,
But whatever,
I pray it doesn't haunt you at night.
Mar 2020 · 151
Baby, I know
Kirah Mar 2020
Dear lover,
I know this is trash,
Just like the notes I've written and you tore,
Just like the letters I send and you trample,
Like the texts I leave and you chuckle,
Baby I know, I wasn't the best lover,
I thought grass was greener,
But did I leave?No, not a step away,
And when you were miles away,
I always chose to hang on a little longer,
Unawares I was signaled to go,
But painfully longing to abide,
And when I tried to shun the turn,
You said I was strong and I could take it.

Baby you don't know how much I curse,
Baby you don't know how much I soak in the dark,
Baby you don't know how broken my pieces are,
Baby you don't know what I've had to go through,
Baby, how you'd hurt me but I'd forgive you every second,
But Baby, you wouldn't want to forgive me too,
And baby I know, you wouldn't want to listen, if I called to say.

Baby I know I'm not Mona Lisa with the prettiest smile,
Baby I know, I'm not the Pope with the cleanest hands,
Baby I know, I don't have the Nightcore eyes and voice,
Baby I know, you'd cast me aside and choose me last,
But baby, can I be your baby if I grow a little more prettier?
But baby could you forgive me, if I had more chubbier cheeks?
And Baby, how if I had a Cinderella body?
But baby, now I know, you'll trash me like forever,
Baby I know, you might tear this like my heart,
Baby I know, the blood and tears sticked together in this page...
Baby I heard, they're conspiring to carry me far and so away,
Baby I know, you'll find this after I'm gone and all lost,
But Baby I know, you might find some letters faded like I,
And baby you might wanna trash it again.
Kirah Mar 2020
I know we are all stuck up,
In demons we don't understand,
In feelings we didn't create,
In dominions we didn't invite,
In crews, where we are rugs,
In friendships suffice for harm,
In families we didn't choose,
In rivers sweeping us away, and;
In places that are unmentioned,
Someday, we will make it,
We will make it out of here.
Kirah Mar 2020
You remember how we could talk all day,
How we could walk through woods
And splash waters like we were not afraid to drown,
That day when we made ill confessions,
And demons took over,
Demons we could barely comprehend,
We failed to stick to the rules of the game,
There was much more to the stare,
And mixed up looks?well maybe,
That's why we quit throwing pillows,
And now we're slamming doors,
Barking like dogs,
And, wondering if that was fate,
Or our own making,
I wish we didn't have to feel,
We could be holding hands to date.
Mar 2020 · 47
If you must play
Kirah Mar 2020
You had the fields and the parks
The roads and the paths,
The pools and the waters,
You chose the heart,
But why when its irreplaceable,
Why when it lacks a cure,
If you must play,
Play with the toys,
There are a number on the shelves,
FYI they barely bleed,
so if you must play,
Not with emotions,
They might ****.
Mar 2020 · 46
Corpses trying to live
Kirah Mar 2020
I promise,
It was better while we waited,
When we were unaware of the end,
At least, for then,
We would smile and grieve,
Look at us now,
Corpses trying to breath,
Clutching on our breaking bones,
In this bleak space,
Where its standard to chuckle at pain,
You can feel the ossified agitation,
The unheard mutters of dark horses,
Who've for ages faced the harrow,
Rode on Excruciation,
And charming on blown over times,
While praying for better days.
Mar 2020 · 52
Not, once again
Kirah Mar 2020
If I ever talk of my tussle,
Please don't untangle your sleeves,
I might lose myself in the trap within,
I might wanna trust a human,
And I won't want that.

I might wanna warm in your arms,
Like I did, unaware, there were arms,
I might wanna lean on your shoulder,
Like I did and it was colder,
Don't have me counting on ur edges.

I don't wanna blink one more time,
I don't wanna break my heart in two,
I don't wanna cast in doubt,
I don't wanna curse and curse,
You're human;I know how it goes.
Mar 2020 · 69
Wall it up
Kirah Mar 2020
I'm building up a wall,
And I'll paint it in smiles,
I want it colourful for the leps,
Glimmering for the kings,
And strong for the thugs,
So that my lie mustn't collapse.
Mar 2020 · 48
Kirah Mar 2020
Ridiculous, how she sits at the corner,
You wouldn't notice her,She's dark as the nights;
She has been holding on to her glass,
Probably it's the champagne, she's afraid, will run out,
And like it always happens, no one will buy her some drink,
But only those who desire to tear her down.

I turn on the radio,
And its her voice in my mind,
She talks of the number of times,she's been broken down,
Torn apart and stumped on,
She wonders why, she has always been chosen last,
And why the precision of frustration.

Her heart, a quiver,
I guess she's glued to her glass,
To conceal the lances in her heart,
I turn the volume on,
And this time round,
She hates herself,
But afraid not to live.

She masks up every time, I hit her up,
I can tell from the hypocritical glare,
The world has taught her to eat up her grief,
And break glasses in her room,
I wonder what she does in the dark corner of the pub,
I guess it's worse, when she gets to the yard On a Monday.
Mar 2020 · 53
Seal my pain
Kirah Mar 2020
In case I died on the roads,
I pray it rains and washes my blood,
To erase the awful memories,
And seal the pain I went through.

In case I die on my bed,
I pray you find me smiling,
Like I still lived,
So to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the parks,
I pray the vultures eat the flesh,
So, I no longer exist,
And to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the waters,
I pray the blue covers the red,
And the waters carry me to a beautiful island,
So to seal the pain I went through.

In case I die in the battlefield,
Tell the world I did my best,
Put all badges on my chest,
So to seal the pain I went through.
Mar 2020 · 86
The Voice In The Woods
Kirah Mar 2020
What's up with the fade?
Is there something wrong?
I wonder if you read my note,
I slipped it into the woods.

You painted to me,
And your art was full of red,
You counted the frustrations,
And afflicted your mind.

I wish I would hug you tighter,
To feel the beats of your heart,
I would know how much life was left,
Now, the silence scares me away.
Mar 2020 · 50
The man in the field
Kirah Mar 2020
I wrote to you a letter,
And dropped it in the woods,
I guess the ants ate it away
I shouted your name,
You didn't look back,
I guess, the wind carried it off.

You remember how I pulled you back,
To warn you about the field,
And the thorns amidst the grass?
But you said,You were born to die,
And today, I write love in your casket,
For indeed! You died for love.
Mar 2020 · 47
Silent red
Kirah Mar 2020
When you're cut, you're cut
Just like like the burns on a bun,
How its subjected to heat
And darkens
So when you're *******, you're *******,
How the sword tore your skin,
Penetrated your cloak,
And cracked your bones,
When you don't bleed,
And your eyes don't tear,
So, your heart is heavy with blood,
You are all red,
So you lack a choice but wish you were just green.
Mar 2020 · 44
To the man i loved
Kirah Mar 2020
Hi my soul breaker,
You built in my mind,and;
I wish I suffered amnesia,
To forget you ever existed,
Or perhaps get into a comma,
Just to put a coma to my pain,
You remember how I loved you,
And how hilariously...
You literally pushed me away...
And just when I needed you most?
When I was battling with demons, tougher than my devil,
And you were the only blessing I was counting,
It was funny hahaa.

Sometimes I wish I was an army soldier,
Such that I'm not humane enough to battle with emotions
And so that, I would plan my death in war
Love pierced my peers to the grave,
So, I wrote a letter to my pastor,
And he said, suicide offence is a sin,
And hate is ******,
I think I'm dead,
You hate me, so you've killed me,
And if I'm not dead, then I'm half-alive
So to the man I loved, when you meet me next, stab my other half,
And free me up from your trap.
Feb 2020 · 98
Kirah Feb 2020
I peep through smoothly,
To evade the stench,
And lose track of the man next,
Who keeps wording in his snores,
Pin-drop silence, you get it?
I'm struggling for light,
Fresh air and breeze,
My mind goes dark one more time,
I reach for a glass of water,
Well, its champagne,
I wonder,
What it has to do with my mental state?
I see the men in blue pointing knives,
And I keep still.

I miss the streets,
Tough but kind,
We fight and eat together,
I'm tormented,
It gives me suicidal thoughts,
I wave across the corridor,
If someone will hold my hand,
'Hey, keep your place, you nincompoop'
Then I realize,
I stole for insanity,
And I'll get killed for that,
In the conspire of the sane.
This is a definition of the dark side of the mental rehabilitations, where, just like prisons, people are mistreated and trashed upon. They are treated like they don't deserve to live again.
Jan 2020 · 46
For a beautiful bird
Kirah Jan 2020
She walks past me,
Stares back in disgust,
Pulls something out of her pocket,
And bends right in front,
She appears to pick something,
Heaven knows what,
So, I push myself left,
And like nothing happened,
I make strides ahead.

Its the path to the river,
And I need more water,
I walk back, for more,
This time, I meet sandals,
I recall cleaning them for Sandy,
But we no longer talk,
So I move right,
And like nothing happened,
I make strides ahead.

I balance my *** back home,
Trees swaying slowly,
Silence as usual,
Only the cracking of my bones,
It's a part shared by two homesteads,
Not unusual, a bird chirps,
And like nothing happened,
I make strides ahead.

The bird chirps more,
I bend to pick a stone,
But something's unusual,
A plain white sheet of paper,
With two stones above it,
So I pick a single stone,
And look above me,
The bird's beautiful,
Am carried away
Then suddenly, Sandy taps on my shoulder,
She holds the second stone,
And like nothing was happening,
WE make strides ahead.
Jan 2020 · 94
Black love!
Kirah Jan 2020
At times we miscalculate the moves,
We acquit at our peril,
With the irresistible vocals,
And beats louder than words,
Why we dance at our insults,
We are painted in black,
With crooked and spotted legs,
Yet, our desire is to glow,
Why we trusted our painters,
They dressed us in long white dresses,
Well, Mr Tailor knows about the front slit,
We dozzed in our drinks,
With olives for grapes,
In the serene choral,
Whose refrain was,
'Move, we stepping on you'
It's our minds that killed us,
We lived in the trust of their smiles,
And in their cold fragranced hugs.
Dec 2019 · 241
Quote me
Kirah Dec 2019
It's up until you build your nation, that you'll understand the ***** in a throne.
Dec 2019 · 124
Quote me
Kirah Dec 2019
Until you press on the edge of a sword, you'll never understand the trauma of a crippled.
Kirah Dec 2019
No one dislikes grand entries
Recognition, calms contentment,
It's a fact,we appreciate,
But have you thought of their world,
With words spearing the heart,
Yet too sharp, to get through,
When I talk of secret hearts,
I mean the painful baggage,
The lagguage in an introvert's heart,
So when they hold the curtains behind,
Give them the backstage role
Maybe they'll lean on the backs,
And make their grief known,
They are children of our mothers
And their world, is the silenced pain,
By the virtue, of abandoned upbringing.
Dec 2019 · 69
Kirah Dec 2019
If words were not heavy,
If hearts were light enough,
We'd speak a common language,
We'd talk about the same heaven,
And dress in purple.

'They add to those that have,
And take from those that lack,
And brand it justice' she said,
I'd not want her in my art,
But she designed its world.

Roads aren't smooth,
But if I'm poshy,
I'd make it to the end
Check out the cars in seizure...
That's the agency in service.

Carry DNA tools to companies,
I'm sure all companies will be family companies,
Then, you inquire about kindness,
Well, its etched within us, they say,
And we'd rather have our own.

I wish we talked the same language,
We'd have a common definition of kindness,
And figures of love,
The we'd spark our world,
And grace its street.
Dec 2019 · 67
Kirah Dec 2019
White scarfs, bald heads, short hair, lengthy strands
That's what colours our days,
Though, not until you realize the shadows within,
And the darkness beneath, where;
The spears clutch,
And the blood spurs,
Yet the ocean's still blue.

It is in the ocean, where;
Patterns are drawn,
And together make the beam,
There beneath, are letters,
Some in blue and others in red,
Then you must realize,
How deceptive the ocean's blue is.

It is the sea camouflaging the blue ink,
And coating the beetroots,
What if we were alike?
How about religion was love?
Then, the ocean would be white,
To somehow reveal the darkness,
The dark concealed underneath worship roofs.
Dec 2019 · 69
Kirah Dec 2019
I remember, the voice,
Well no, it was scream, yet too soft,
Soft enough, like the pat on my shoulder
Perhaps, its warm arms, she desired
It wasn’t as cold, to cuddle the fire
But it’s the heat, that warms a cold heart
My inner me, did not want love,
Maybe just that peace of the heart,
It was not suicidal, I preferred it pain elsewhere,
Not in my heart, no!

I was at the edge of a cliff,
My self against the whirlwind
I was sure, it was time to end it,
The pat again, and this time round,
She said, ‘hold on a little longer’
But why? it was pathetic enough!
My horoscope was so dark,
Then what’s the reason to breath,
Well, I was just surviving, and not living?
This time round, she tapped me hastily,
‘Hey! We are not mad; we are just stigmatized!’
Dec 2019 · 70
Kirah Dec 2019
I snuggle in my sleep; I utter words in silence
I miss my steps of times in
I make haste every time I walk; I look up in fear
I am afraid, afraid of murmurs and hideous looks,
I am the scared, sad little Linzy.

She has a secret word engraved in the palm of her hand
She clenches her fist when I near to say hi,
She has a glare on her face every time our eyes meet
She moves her chair in a rush when I am near her,
She is my day’s existential horror

I look through the window in my small corner
I take a close look to see a reflection of me
I buy lenses so I can take a better gaze
I see none and this horrifies me even more
I am the scared sad little Linzy.

She appears liberated and eager to divulge
She walks right beside me during lunch hour
She lets me see the secret word, it is an epiphany
It was not a word, it was a formation of scars
She had dwelled on thorns instead of the beautiful roses
So did I!
Nov 2019 · 73
The tale of the rain!
Kirah Nov 2019
Years, down down the line,
For a while, I spoke in my brain,
Just to tell the tale of the rain
And how I didnt like the rays of its sun
I wanted to speak out yet!
Of how the sun shrinked my skin
And how its rays, scorched my beauty
I wanted to shout yet again!
To let the world know of its immense,
How many stones, I flew to the sky,
How much I battled with its rays

That was not the story,
It was all about the heart,
How the burn was intense!
And I hated the rays more,
I hated how heavy it all was,
I wanted light but not that of rays,
Maybe the light to neutralize the weight!

She tapped me,
And maybe I had forgotten,
I needed the ray of hope,
But too late, the rain washed it away!!
Speaking of a soul that distances itself from holding on to a hope, it had once lost.
Jun 2019 · 312
No more
Kirah Jun 2019
He held my hand,
Whispers moved
"no more time left "
That was a heartbeat
I escaped

Momma hugged me
She kissed my forehead
"no more men out there "
I turned on the radio,
My own voice sounded
"you are no more"

And I dance with the tune,
Nothing more,
I gat no place here
No more
Jun 2019 · 215
A little sympathy
Kirah Jun 2019
You knew it,
You knew how much you meant,
But I didn't know,
I was the chaff
And you were the grain

I was ready to withstand,
I saw how you drunk with them
You came tipsy
I didn't mind
In the name of love

I am not a dreamer
Neither do I see visions
How could I know?
I was there like a stream
For the sake of lack

You dropped me in an ocean,
You were sure I couldn't make it out,
Waters washed my scent away,
And you poured darkness upon me,
It's only you who knew.

I'm sending a drop,
It's carried by the rains,
Save me from this ******* of fake love,
I need my free air,
I'm suffocating, you can trust

Taste that tear drop,
It's salty unlike the raindrop,
Make sure it's bubble doesn't break,
Just that,
Just let me down slowly
That's a love poem, just asking to be released from love that loves a part and I'm not loved back
Jun 2019 · 196
It was dark
Kirah Jun 2019
You liked it,
You made a comment,
You are not to blame,
You didn't know

The photo was lit,
The owner an angel,
The photographer hidden,
The camera's label erased

It dragged you within,
It wasn't clear though,
You asked for a push up,
I was down
How possible was that

I hardened my feminism,
And pushed you to place,
I was left in my pit
You didn't know The darkness within

And I can't be yours,
I can't hold you no more,
You can't read pain
It's too dark in here for you
This is but a reference to a person who wanted me to be his when he couldn't really feel me and clearly, he was up to gain.
May 2019 · 215
How does it feel?
Kirah May 2019
Tell me,
How does it feel to write?
How does it feel to twist phrases,
How do poets feel?
How do writers hold their pens,
And I will know how to Hello a poetry.

I am not Harry Potter,
I wasn't born holding a pen,
I wasn't bought for pens till three
I am told, Harry wasn't born with a pen either
I know, he writes so perfectly
And now I know, I can hello my poetry

My fingers are too feeble to write
My focus  isn't in rhyming my scheme
My prowess is above the rule of poetry
My wonder is, why my pen makes such patterns.
My prayer, tell me how I hold my pen
And you will hello my poetry.
This poem is based on the organization title,
"Hello Poetry" and creativity in style where the pen is being held differently with regard to the holder. Then, other poets, recomend and the persona recomends theirs too.

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