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KUSHAL PODDAR

Universe, Breathe! Inside his mouth, universe. Breathe out, vent. You say, For God‘s sake. The bubbles rise. They slow swim, synchronized. You say, For God‘s sake. The line of water is the line of land. A crane patrols the border. The pier resigns on the third step. You say. He does not hear. He holds his breath. Often a child performs this for gaining significance. You watch him, never more important.

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