She says in her childhood
there was no playing
no toys
and little laughter

I ask her about
those little nesting dolls
if she had those at least

she laughs
and tells me
they were only a tool
for local drug dealers

the dolls glued shut
to hide
a sinister cargo

and if you saw a nesting doll
lying in the street
you had better walk
the other way

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