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VIOLENT HOLY WORLD
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Kushal
Poddar (India)
"No son, I am not sick.
I want to protect you from four corners."
Says the violent man.
I hug him. In my embrace
he becomes the winter night
and a pair of round magnets.
The monster, confined in his
ribcage, in his skull, growls.
The fields of dust and moon's flesh
carved out by sharp fog circle us.
We should never be here. We're here.
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