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Cukorka

Your reflection

splintered in foil

these solemn treats

this bitter history

sugary sweet

unhooked from the tree

you melt

a plastic angel dipped

in flames, blurred

and bubbling

you unwrap

the old world

you chew

and smile

you don’t swallow

until they look away.