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Mombi's Heads She said she couldn't be
And couldn't be and couldn't be
And eventually, I believed her
We walked through Harvard
We counted leaves on the sidewalk
Listened to drunks in the street at night
And took pictures of fog and rain
She cut her hand
Pulling a metal bar from under my truck
While the seaport filled with snow
And she spoke longingly of home
A beautiful, trembling icicle
Waiting impatiently to shatter.
