Money and poetry don’t exist,
water can’t fly, sugar is silent,
an infant girl always sits on a bench
with a burning doll on her lap.

A dog feeds itself on lukewarm stars
trying to avoid her stares. Dead trees
and stones speak straight to its bones,
it doesn’t have to listen.

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